Agravity

Social problems

Tin’s in the shed

So is Auntie who drinks too much.

I often wonder, who’ll go first�"

Mary Jane or the boy next door.

The sky was shedding tears yesterday,

Who died? Or rather, who didn’t?

Music rhythm swaying kids in the clubs

And overdoses treated as criminal thefts.

There’s a crab cake on the table,

Don’t know what it’s for anymore.

No one’s left to eat, no one’s left to eat

And I’m stuck in utter agravity.

These lungs we share, saturated with

Drugs trying to revive,

And drugs trying to pitch overboard

I wanna just lay down and

Forget the stars.

Forget the moon.

Forget the seven billion souls.

Cursed pits under eyes of

Grey scaled photos to hide

Paintings of blacked blue.

Look, there’s God standing over all,

Saying nothing, saying nothing.

See any miracle? huh, neither do I.

Cause I’m not sure whether direct opposition or

Indirect consultation ever shaves away the hair bleeding from bodies.

There isn’t an ounce of bread left

To feed those seven billion souls, isn’t that

Right? Cause waste from hearth is worth

Less than their left pinky.

Damn tired of this mess�"

We livin’ in a cupboard, in

A kitchen full of paper thumbs and