Sad-Fi

Red seas when they land
Machine or man
New program
No one even understands
But it wasn't even planned
More supply more demand
More the blood in the sands
While the hands of the clans
Grab the strands of the chance

When I stop in a clock
Dreams of the screams
On top of the rock-et ship
It slips in fits I lay awake the night
In fright
And bliss this tincture
In a box it mocks
Living breathing beings not believing what we're seeing
No reasons for the feelings while we're sleeping on the ceiling

Fill it up
Will it up
For the Babel bluff
Drilling for the Rough and tough
Keep it on the up and up
Got it in a fit and in a little bit I'll split the sky and die on a cloud
All this pain drained

I lie awake the night awake

Under desperate moons
Open wounds
Shallow tombs
Hollow fumes of the cattle ruins
These Daniel Boons
In mangled rooms
Tangled wombs
Star spangled dooms
Setting up a conduit
Bottomless pit
In a flash of a past that doesn't exist
Could never exist

Still we left on the shores
Hoards and hoards
Maybe more than was before
The last of the grass now broken glass
In a dream

Speeding off to outer space
Keeping up the pace
Omnipresent government administers the punishments
Thoughts of the broken ones
Bots start to open up
Rotting all the modules
In the light of night
Night

I'll fly away the night away