The Disaster Chorus

I saw the birds wake Singing to the fake dawn of the assembly line In the orange wake of pollution The city winds us up for another revolution Threw the birds off course And me too I woke singing Isn't it real as any illusion is As deluded and ambitious as the viewer is Isn't it a hot red pity That the city is so filthy But it's so warm and gruesome and business These skies fly the flags of hard working industry Reminds you of when we were A gang of men All wrong then Wrong setting Reminds you of us then When we were a gang of men And the chorus rose us daily from the dead It rose us daily red The bird chorus is building Hitting the city's ceiling Is this music or just me moving and confused Unconscious morning maybe Wrapped in sheets of Cleopatra Don't take me from it Don't make me wake for this fake I believed in the beat of the birds Heard the chaotic cries of climbing high up Faraway days of moon men And how lucky they are with just no one singing With no one ringing This is a halfway house Halfway safe Half awake And me too I woke singing The tune of a key I thought dead I woke singing The disaster chorus