Meyrin Fields

Cycle down in the belly of the ocean
Why’d they ever notice that it’s sticking out
Rise up and soundly state that everything else
In this world can be broken
When the scalding flow closes the distance
Up from the thermal vents seeping out
Your tiny vengeful life might pass through my mind
But I blink and it’s over
It’s coming, wait for it
We’re done in, no contest
Of a sudden, your god is only the cold old grey you been avoiding
This city, your culture
Your modern, day suffering
Is over, so what if
I love it, I can’t help it
That’s all
Subtle guns and a glimpse of our intentions
I turn a stone to find a beaming light
I form no more words as I can not dare see the joy now
Washing me over
Will someone measure this moron now
I’m back again in this one light town
I cut the tie and I don’t have to rely on
Nothing no no more
It’s coming, wait for it
We’re done in, no contest
Of a sudden, your god is only the cold old grey you been avoiding
This city, your culture
Your modern, day suffering
Is over, so what if
I love it, I can’t help it
That’s all