Million Dead
I Gave My Eyes To Stevie Wonder
Credit cards, sealed lifts and covert sanitation, processed meat and a national waste disposal system: The scale of deception begs the question what it is we're burying.
Cosmetics, contact lenses and plastic surgery: Bulk orders for yet more imperial finery. Double-glazing for phasing out suspicions that this is really happening.
It seems this season the cool kids are sporting white canes and braille zines.
And when i close my eyes am I invisible? An embarrassed smile and you assume that I'm being rhetorical. But if I don't see it die, this animal is invincible. I won't catch your eyes tonight, I will stutter my way through naked poverty until I'm across the street (safe). I justified giving my eyes to Stevie Wonder with some spiel about a sense of wonder to discover, But I was hiding under cover of the excuse of helplessness. I fell in line with the cool kids and spared my eyes instead of change. I just called to say that someone moved my furniture around, And so i fell down, And I hatched a plan here sprawled on the ground. So hey, what do you say, We pack our things and call it a day.
Some come round, Let's lose that frown, And you and I will leave this town behind.
From Letras Mania