Terrible Machine/Hunter's Trick
The Earthquake sounded like
A terrible scream as
The chopper had gone down
With the wind
Wine colored stars in the sky
Headache brass daydream
A terrible fear
I stood shivering and emptied
My pockets in the
Garbage bin
Naked nothing
I wanted to wear
The sound of the
Tectonic plates
Was like nothing I ever
Would dream
It sounded like
A terrible fear
My children's fear of losing
My wife's fear of choosing
Between me and them
My own fear of sinking down
In quicksand of despair
What is a family worth
If not for sharing and caring
For me to take care
Of them
I stood shivering emptying my pockets
Sat down in the sand
When I knelt before
This red sky and
Started to weep
I felt so dumb
Then it started to rain frogs
Alive like a hoax from above
Suddenly the oil didn't seem
As vital as survival and
The beginning of the end
Was on the lips
Of every leper
And landslides
Went sideways
Over the beehives
Enter the stairway
No, scratch that everywhere
A windshield cuts the mute
From the world of sound
thus white as a
Well dressed caucasian
Promising superior powers
Over aliens alienated across
Badlands and stranded Americans
Hoping in the end
It will be 1999
A terrible scream as
The chopper had gone down
With the wind
Wine colored stars in the sky
Headache brass daydream
A terrible fear
I stood shivering and emptied
My pockets in the
Garbage bin
Naked nothing
I wanted to wear
The sound of the
Tectonic plates
Was like nothing I ever
Would dream
It sounded like
A terrible fear
My children's fear of losing
My wife's fear of choosing
Between me and them
My own fear of sinking down
In quicksand of despair
What is a family worth
If not for sharing and caring
For me to take care
Of them
I stood shivering emptying my pockets
Sat down in the sand
When I knelt before
This red sky and
Started to weep
I felt so dumb
Then it started to rain frogs
Alive like a hoax from above
Suddenly the oil didn't seem
As vital as survival and
The beginning of the end
Was on the lips
Of every leper
And landslides
Went sideways
Over the beehives
Enter the stairway
No, scratch that everywhere
A windshield cuts the mute
From the world of sound
thus white as a
Well dressed caucasian
Promising superior powers
Over aliens alienated across
Badlands and stranded Americans
Hoping in the end
It will be 1999
Credits
Writer(s): River Zeal
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