Midnight Visions

Dollars make the world spin round

The cities spinning with tops until they soon fall down

Topsy turvy 

We've peaked too early

The spider isn't moving

Flick of the web 

Still not moving

The sunrise is soon

These eyes are out of control

Spinning and closing

Opening and moving

Marching bands play in the distance

Out of tune

Out of sync

The skies have turned pink

The purple clouds begin to dance in the blue light 

This ghost town where the animals don't come around

Voices far ahead

No one alive to hears what they said

This anxiety hits again

Someone's watching you close by

Above your head they hover

Behind the pages they sit



Bloodstained teeth greet the dark

The sunrise begins

The smiles disappear

In the space of these white walls

Leave a lane for disabled fear

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