there's a sinking feeling
somewhere out of the way
where children
stop dancing
and run away
sleeping
comes to a hault
and angels
oh angels
they come undone
where flesh burns
and babies go blind
prophets crumble
like old temple walls
scarred and defeated
soldiers who
never win
there is no
day or night
just a ominous
manhattan sky
stretched out for miles
over the tear-stained
bloodied
broken
and insane
there is no
righteousnes
found on a curb
yelling their gospel
when they dont hear a word
we are all beggars
and homeless
beyond clothes
and despair
perpetual and stagnant
clinging to the stare
we fall from
every angle
and run far far away
to stumble right into
an old kind of
blindness
loss of hearing
but we're okay
the earth moves
but the world
the world stands still
politics and money
forget goodwill
as we all wait
like the king's men
to be pawned
another check mate
another soldier gone
welcome to our creation
mother earth unsound.
&& we all fall down.