Sun sets slow, leaves a sticky glaze in it’s path
Progress’ pace is paralyzed
They took an axe and whacked and hacked and chopped the town in half;
cut it to size revealing bluer skies
Here’s the place where makeshift men die TV deaths; in this town we live close
To the ground
Bright light hurts my eyes, i care even less for the city
This is the square where they all stared each other down; here’s the car that
drove them straight up the wall
Where’s the barrel that blinded everyone with it’s glare
Cracked, but the act will stand the test of time