Watch the flickering images collide
as we circumvent the hum of humanity
taut to the breaking point.
And slipping along rusted rails
we wave goodbye to the American Dream
as we circumvent the hum of humanity
taut to the breaking point.
And slipping along rusted rails
we wave goodbye to the American Dream
the world collapsing at our front door.
With shaky hands I turn off the TV
I'm a child in need of reassurance
tight-lipped and grieving.
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