The Tower
Antennae stabbing towards heaven like robotic limbs No one knows why they're broadcasting these aliens hymns A murder of crows paints the sky black with leathery wings The sky liquefies and breaks open as the tower sings...
"Nothing is anything because everything's anything but real No one is anyone because nobody knows how to feel Nothing is anything because everything's concrete and steel No one is anyone because nobody knows how to feel"
The phantom phallus erected by faith in our sins A hideous palace of bodies and bottles and tins Hell-hounds are howling a fiery breath on the wind The nexus of radio power, the tower it grins...
"Nothing is anything because everything's anything but real No one is anyone because nobody knows how to feel Nothing is anything because everything's concrete and steel No one is anyone because nobody knows how to feel"
How can you believe in something when you know that it ain't real? How can you buy into something when you know it's not for sale?
© Sartisohn 2003
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