An inevitable cycle structures fail to stand tall upon this broken Pendulum
Descend into the great fall with arms to govern and
minds to crawl
Beneath this frame frail and small
Grinding teeth and cracking bones
Metal splinters and pins
Money to dust
gold into rust
And everything in between will die with time
Industrial soil erosion craters fill with blood
Rivers of
hydraulic fluid form canyons below
Filling the air with sounds cutting metal
Cranks turn and gears move
Cracking the surface
aged and weathered
Her tears will burn the face you'll fail to recognize when she's in pain
Growing withered and
tired
Charred from the sun's poison
Burning sight and melting our Future