056. Nothing Else Moves In The Street

Nothing else moves in the street as I stumble back home bleeding from a chest wound bathed in light but shadowed in darkness They say life is like a TV full of moving pictures until it dies no feelings registered none shown to exist Sick of the lies shunning everything away how much shit is needed to be said before the truth is realized Bored of conspiracy plotting against all upsetting the balance of this mucked up world Even when we die no deception needed I’ll leave my body in the gutter just adding to the rubbish in this world that is known as reality