I see people walking
down the street...
Everyday,
I wake up to the screams of this world...
The plague of the USA.
At the Giant Eagle checkout...
"Sunglasses in Heaven"
Wherever I go...
Go there for your rota
There for your orders...
Hypnotized by street lights, I breathe springtime
eyes fixed upon dirty streets, laced with fallen...
I was born and raised
in the warm heart of Africa...
~Upside Down~
Before my eyes shut I stop and pray...
Take me away
to where the sands...
What withered Frenchman plucks a courtesy
For a dream about a crimson road with a rich...
See a pallet of beautiful
Colours shining bright...
Shadiness blurs past inconspicuous strangers,
a color that isn't seen with the naked eye...