seventy : an unwanted perspective
we waste the year waiting for the summer,
we watch the paint drying on the walls,
we spend our days wishing they were over,
nothing to do,
nothing at all,
nothing at all.
all the machines are spinning round in circles,
but they dont mind, they know it so well,
we shake our heads and tell ourselves it’s awful,
but we’re the same,
we’re just as small,
we’re just as small.
i wrote this down to make myself believe it,
and its true no matter what they say,
humanity’s gone, and all thats left is people,
running scared,
but we’re to blame,
we’re all to blame.
this isn’t new either… i’ve had no time these last few days. will try harder tomorrow. more lyrics. not from the band-phase though. this was written prior to that, when i was about 18 during my solo-acoustic-guitar-and-depressing-lyrics phase.
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