what has become of all of us
all ceilings
all skies
is that
the stars can swim a thousand dark miles
before they ever see the floor again
with their backs against the wall on these last days
but then
we knew that would happen anyway
you drop that pitch-black pall
over us
one and all
again
to propel your national machines
giving us all the disease
but not the vaccine
a thousand tiny lives
disappear into the black stretch
i guess i thought i'd feel something but i didn't
but i didn't
yes
that's a myth
with their backs against the wall on these last days
but then
we knew that would happen anyway
you drop that pitch-black pall
over us
one and all
again
to propel your national machines
giving us all the disease
but not the vaccine
i would give anything
for a cool glass of water
without this poisonous oil
no
it's never going to be good enough
there's no air anywhere
it's all money now
wouldn't you do the same?