Life & Times A Chorus Of Crickets
These subatomic days, punctuated with a sigh, are so
sublime
Our pixelated faces formed as we negotiate a life of rage
We all made a pact to eat each other to survive should
need arise
Running with the bulls to the latest hit parade
They were short of fame
Watched the moon explode last night
Flowing out with the tide
Cemetery gates swinging nervously, they seem to beckon me
There will come a day when those chains that hold you
down will help you drown
We all made a pact to eat each other to survive to stay
alive
