The Road to Nowhere

The lightning climbing up the walls The finger drawings on the glass The map of those who used to live here Until the gilded hand was broken Often there's a voice in my sleep at night The words inside my skull ignite But once I wake, I cannot read them My bloody hands remain a question mark Sifting through the jacobs of time Or hiding in the bones of the city The engines sing along with the cries This song, it spells disaster, but it's buried in the laughter The words that fall from out the mouths Can change your hands and split the skin So I will keep myself apart From shining eyes and privileged boredom The thing that I've learnt from unusual blood Is never touch a person's comfort fort The voice of change is often heard But fear itself has come to visit Sifting through the jacobs of time Or hiding in the bones of the city The engines sing along with the cries Their song, it spells disaster, but we drown it out with laughter And our eyes rose, pointed at the skies, looking for an answer And our hands, they were stained and black and grey, busy solving problems And the backs are bare below the fall, of things we'll never know until it breaks us And in the comfort of the earth, we will not wonder what we're worth No, we will sleep soundly All on the road to nowhere