Ziggurat Traffic

Back lights they come on strong
They do not wait, they just hold us down
Or break our legs and let it stop, Oh let it stop
We were lost in dime-store rules
I was holding myself next to you
And you said «oh wait, oh don’t wait»
The things you say, the things you do
They have no effect on you
And I won’t kneel now to turn those screws
We take our chances every night
Walk out into the hailing strange designs
Black ties under blue skies, black eyes under our minds
The ziggurats at your two feet appear so complete
Standing just where need, standing just where they need
Those kids who torched the hives
Couldn’t know how blind the smoke would turn their eyes
How cold the heat would make their minds
Just wait, oh don’t wait
The slums of bloom won’t dissipate
And wait, oh don’t wait
Let’s breath before the air walks off
And speak before we’re at another loss
One’s coming now
The bloom has come and gone
Come and gone, but we’re still young
We’ll skate over the sun
Old chaos of the sun
The bloom has come and gone
I feel another coming, coming on
Over the sun, old chaos of the sun