Cement

Again, I find myself searching for crumbs of bread, yellow bricks instead of
this grey, everyday route of false independence
An abyss teeming with smiles
Could you frame me this moment as the sky come falling down?
This concrete wall a sole witness, silent and grim
Never to speak of the pathos absorbed deep within
Its cold, gray stone my only infamy, lone legacy
Render me free
Could you frame me this moment of truth
to hang on my wall and observe
as the sky come falling down again?
Could you render me free of this grey,
everyday route of false independence?
Watch the bridges burn
Frame me this moment as the sky come falling down again
Frame me this moment to hang on my wall and observe
As the sky come falling down