HANGIN' OUT


The bricks construct the place 
In which i self destruct my eyes 
They see the zombies limp abreast 
To me structures ascend channelling wind 
We beg for change in the valley 
Within waste away hanging out 
Coffee acid cigarettes and matches 
Stairway cafe were adrift for another day 
How far we surpass the nameless mass 
In endeavors so meaningless 
I look for some kind of meaning 
All my actions seem so self-defeating 
Waste away hanging out two friends 
Some pens sixty five cents 
Real life brings it to an end 
How far we surpass the mass 
In endeavors so meaningless.

[BACK]