The Wasteland

It’s gonna be a wasteland
It’s gonna be a dark and narrow road
It’s gonna be a fire
It’s gonna be a heat you’ve never known
It’s gonna be a wasteland
It’s gonna be a gray dawn
Gray like the winter
A thousand years lost and gone
Keeping time with the clicking of your tongue against your teeth Spelling words
you used to know to mean such things
Keeping time with your twitching fingers worn from the disease Like humanity a
cancer, never sow more than we reap
(If you could hear what I hear
The whole world moving at the same time)