The Road to Nowhere

The lightning climbing up the walls
The finger drawings on the glass
The map of those who used to live here
Until the gilded hand was broken

Often there's a voice in my sleep at night
The words inside my skull ignite
But once I wake, I cannot read them
My bloody hands remain a question mark

Sifting through the jacobs of time
Or hiding in the bones of the city
The engines sing along with the cries
This song, it spells disaster, but it's buried in the laughter

The words that fall from out the mouths
Can change your hands and split the skin
So I will keep myself apart
From shining eyes and privileged boredom

The thing that I've learnt from unusual blood
Is never touch a person's comfort fort
The voice of change is often heard
But fear itself has come to visit

Sifting through the jacobs of time
Or hiding in the bones of the city
The engines sing along with the cries
Their song, it spells disaster, but we drown it out with laughter

And our eyes rose, pointed at the skies, looking for an answer
And our hands, they were stained and black and grey, busy solving problems
And the backs are bare below the fall, of things we'll never know until it breaks us
And in the comfort of the earth, we will not wonder what we're worth
No, we will sleep soundly

All on the road to nowhere