Looking Down on the World
supergrass
Posts: 48
Streetlights do their dance.
The cars follow as if in a trance.
Boys and girls laugh and play.
All the while, their parents sleepwalk their own dreams away.
The face behind the machine is nowhere to be found.
Still, the machine chugs along, so loud it doesn’t make a sound.
You’re there floating through a dream.
Never awake and never able to be seen.
The voices come and go like burning marshmallows.
What was there yesterday has disappeared.
What is coming tomorrow is to be feared.
Sights and sounds on the TV set break the silence.
The push of a button returns you to your death sentence.
You’re so exhausted, but you can’t sleep.
You’re so sad, but you can’t weep.
You’re so hungry, but you can’t eat.
The rope you were clinging to has burned up in your hands.
The great fall is coming, with nobody to cushion you when you land.
You’ve lost all feeling.
Love is fleeting, friends are leaving, dreams are dying, hope is lying.
You’re silently living the American scream, hanging on tightly so you can hang on tightly.
You find a way to get through another day, but it’s just a momentary delay.
The bar is raised so high.
You reach out with desperate hands, hoping to grab a piece of that hollow pie.
Til one day everything pushes in around you and you’re forced out of the way.
Left to slowly float above it all, you silently drift away.
Your spot has been taken by the next in line for this squeeze play.
I’m looking down on the world today.
The view is slowly slipping from my day.
I wish everyone would cut the strings and let me fly away.
The cars follow as if in a trance.
Boys and girls laugh and play.
All the while, their parents sleepwalk their own dreams away.
The face behind the machine is nowhere to be found.
Still, the machine chugs along, so loud it doesn’t make a sound.
You’re there floating through a dream.
Never awake and never able to be seen.
The voices come and go like burning marshmallows.
What was there yesterday has disappeared.
What is coming tomorrow is to be feared.
Sights and sounds on the TV set break the silence.
The push of a button returns you to your death sentence.
You’re so exhausted, but you can’t sleep.
You’re so sad, but you can’t weep.
You’re so hungry, but you can’t eat.
The rope you were clinging to has burned up in your hands.
The great fall is coming, with nobody to cushion you when you land.
You’ve lost all feeling.
Love is fleeting, friends are leaving, dreams are dying, hope is lying.
You’re silently living the American scream, hanging on tightly so you can hang on tightly.
You find a way to get through another day, but it’s just a momentary delay.
The bar is raised so high.
You reach out with desperate hands, hoping to grab a piece of that hollow pie.
Til one day everything pushes in around you and you’re forced out of the way.
Left to slowly float above it all, you silently drift away.
Your spot has been taken by the next in line for this squeeze play.
I’m looking down on the world today.
The view is slowly slipping from my day.
I wish everyone would cut the strings and let me fly away.
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