This snow day
There's been a spring blizzard
The grey clouds covered everything in muck
There is no snow anymore
the sky drops chemical ice on the surface of the earth
The moon in shrouded in dark mystery
I am fearful, I cannot feel its intimacy
I am alone, motherless, lightless
Why is there a storm? in a time of growth
The budding flowers . . . they are dead
The bug larva has passed in synchronization
Like love, art, free thought, they all have escaped
Chased out by this unnatural chaotic nature
It is getting colder, the warmth is draining
By the goo that is descending down, heavily
Dreary liquid forming tiers of decay on all that had been preveserved
I am afraid . . . the machines have sickened the heavens
And massacred the living
In their zombie routine, the idiot's folley
There was a mistake, it was never meant to be this way
The grey clouds covered everything in muck
There is no snow anymore
the sky drops chemical ice on the surface of the earth
The moon in shrouded in dark mystery
I am fearful, I cannot feel its intimacy
I am alone, motherless, lightless
Why is there a storm? in a time of growth
The budding flowers . . . they are dead
The bug larva has passed in synchronization
Like love, art, free thought, they all have escaped
Chased out by this unnatural chaotic nature
It is getting colder, the warmth is draining
By the goo that is descending down, heavily
Dreary liquid forming tiers of decay on all that had been preveserved
I am afraid . . . the machines have sickened the heavens
And massacred the living
In their zombie routine, the idiot's folley
There was a mistake, it was never meant to be this way