Welcome to the World! This is my postcard for your ears.
And I scribble scrawny letters, fettered, black, and too sincere.
This is the year! These are my fears, that I keep deep, tucked inside me,
Hiding, frightening, like wounds that light in spite of bulletproof lining.
It's scrawled across the postage, down and out to the address.
This is a message that has left us all with scars around our necks.
Yeah, we built these ill-will buildings, they gave birth to scraped skies.
It's not falling, but it's wounded – and it rips before our eyes.
We gave consent to the descent of those who knew they could not fly,
So they let their complex bodies fall from human progress on high.
Collapse, connect to concrete on the streets we spit-cleaned shiny.
This is the hate that pours, black and bold, from deep, deep inside me.
It haunts us. Yes! We're born into the grime,
Caked on our infant limbs, from the womb straight into crime.
We cock our minds back and laugh before the black ideas blow.
Where did we all come from, and where do we all go?

These days, I awake, and I can feel it all around me
That I'm lost, forever lost, and only gray skies have found me.
The wind whistles it's tune: cold/metallic in my room.
It sings of bleak moments that will pass away too soon,
And flowers that don't bloom, oh! and lips that only kiss
In lustful trysts. I miss that open-lipped, pulses-peaking bliss.
My insides rage like hurricanes upon my battered earth
And black nights of starless skies wrap around my untouched nerves.
So my skin feels like sins with no mouth to forgive them.
Woe, what have we done with this life that we've been given?
Our lives are colored gray, yes, the skies are colored gray,
By the nervous turbulence of a thousand wasted days.
The world will keep turning, churning out this devastation
That will wreck and ruin lives and keep us hiding from creation.
The storm will keep raging, and the wind will still blow, oh!
Where did we all come from and where do we all go?