Under Domed Electric Skies

Under domed, electric skies with eyes that follow
Thoughts breed crimes
Treason's high, the courts are hollow
In demand
Private places to show sorrow
But we can't
Patriots eat shit and swallow

I dream of feelings I can't have
With meanings so lost in the distance
On ceilings, on tables, they listen to me

On the street
Greet the faces without smiles
Take them out
Kill them all with manners mild
They command
But it's up to us to follow
If we can't
They lock us up and lose the file

I dream of feelings I can't have
With meanings so lost in the distance
On ceilings, on tables, they listen to me

We can't get lost in the distance
No way to show our resistance
We can't get lost in the distance
No way to show our resistance

I must make a foreign sound
And say my thoughts out loud
Risk the death that starts to rain down from the clouds



Credits
Writer(s): Erik Andrew Nielsen, James Mcdonough
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