Call me out babe, I think this city is burning
We’ve painted this town red the only way we know how
It’s a full moon midnight and our clocks are turning
But no force alive could stop us now
Our gasoline souls keep the appetite zealous
And I’ve got a buzz in my head
That could make the hive mind jealous
I couldn’t hear a word you said
But I knew the sensation:
The vital click in my mind,
Of a riotous idea’s penetration
It’s time again to find
New poison to purge from the blood of the system
Another town for our hearts to burn down
Fueled by the love for a greater wisdom
Philosophy’s struck the match and all opposed are gonna drown
Then take the rest back from an intellectual eclipse
Bring us the sheep and we shall be their herder
‘Cause we were plotting the apocalypse
While they were taking a stab at murder
Allison, Very interesting. Reads like it should be set to music. Don
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I fully agree this is an interesting piece. I can't believe someone gave it the lowest score and I hope you ignore that. (Probably someone jealous of new talent like yours arriving on the site.)