And the heavens opened and it lashed down
Rivers of filth, syringes and broken hearts littered the gutters of the central business district
Bodies lined the roads immobile waiting for the flood, saying nothing at all just watching and waiting, breathing and touching no one
Not a word said, not a hand held, not an eye met, ears pinned for the rumble of the brilliant white truth that they had all been waiting for
The switches flicked and everyone turned off
This is mine this is mine im going home
I am fine I am fine I am going home
There is no hope
Hope is a dirty word that'll stab you in the back when you offer up your throat
Goodbye to you, you mean nothing
You mean nothing to me now
You're a sheet of paper with a word written on it blowing in the wind
And soon you'll land and rot by the side of the road and the word will sigh and the word will fade and be gone
And I won't remember who you are