Shouts

Everybody’s shouting
The shots out on the streets
Can’t hear the words they’re seeing?
Could these be the sacred stories?
Because the wind’s inside the walls
Harsh words rain down on us all
Gathering a nation
I smell gasoline
The misfits and creations
Of? magazines
False tears to what’s behind the door
Can you still see me at all?
I’ll erase you on the ground
The cameras shoot the sound
This whole world is upside down
I still can hear the shouts
I kiss you once then we haul
Will you catch me if I fall back to you?