PIXELS – Electric Blood

PIXELS – Electric Blood


On the verge of sleep I reside as the day
starts to unravel We pray for water to the daughter of some
bloodshed dawn To the skies of the morn, each of us alone,
Overcast above, below the city is torn, Caught between the contradiction of action
and thought, But that’s the way I was taught,
As a matter of fact, Things tend to play out this way,
95 per cent of times I tent to walk away, And in bleak affairs I trail the subways below, As the underground lights shine their lingering glow. Underground rails, underground trails, Under the silent ground I write my dark fairy tales. This river of iron flows in droplets of salt,
Brings to mind our fears, and our primordial doubt. Blood of our city, the tunneling trains. Electric Blood coursing through underground veins. Electric Blood runs runs runs through my veins! We tend to over-think, but we know that the
simpler is better, So we dig in the hopes for a shelter,
But the further we go, the more we unearth, Like the links between our fears and the cause
of their birth. The pillars below push the city above
Accused of crimes we’re innocent of. In the search for our solace we dig deeper still, But it soon becomes apparent there’s no cure
for this ill. We’re in for the kill stalking underground
places, Constant humming of the neon erases all the
traces And chases the blurs from the faces, and drains
our perception Until we’re left tasteless, and rageless we
mind to be mindful Of landmines of mindscape and doubtful of
any son Of the light of the morn,
But we burn in the bursts of our underground dawn Electric Blood runs runs runs through my veins!

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