On Parade from Anthill by The Linecutters

The air is crisp and cool tonight. The trees are reaching to the sky with shooting stars on parade so far.
Slow the steps and concentrate. You can hear heartbeats beneath the concrete street. This earth she breathes.

Now the birds sing songs of defeat. Mother natures on her knees pleads for reprieve, she'll have no mercy.
With every man made brick in the mud I hope that we all wither and rot into the dirt, just what we deserve.

Let the sand seep into your mind. Let the life source white out your eyes and fly so high.
Inhale exhale and send your troubles to the surface of the sun to die my child.

So sick of day to day life I escape from my own mind tonight and pray it'll solve itself.
Snagged, bagged, tagged, held to a knife and told to walk in an orderly line. I cry for what's outside.
World outside.

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