The road to nowhere

The lightning climbing up the walls

The finger drawings on the glass

The map of those who used to live here

Until the gilded hand was broken

Often there's a voice in my sleeping mind

The words inside my skull at night

But once I wake, I cannot read them

My bloody hands remain a question mark

Sifting through the hiccups of time

We'll hide in the bones of the city

The engines sing along with their cries

This song, it spells disaster

But it's buried beneath the laughter

The words that fall from out their mouths

Can change in your hands and split the skin

So I will keep myself apart

from shining eyes and privileged boredom

The thing that I've learned from unusual blood

Is never touch a person's comfort

The voice of change is often heard

But fear itself has come to visit

Sifting through the hiccups of time

We'll hide in the bones of the city

The engines sing along with their cries

This song, it spells disaster

But we drown it out with laughter

And our eyes

They were always pointed at the sky looking for an answer

And our hands

They were stained in black and grey busy solving problems

And our backs all bear the load of all the things we'll never know until it breaks us

And in the comfort of the Earth we will not wonder what we're worth

No, we will sleep soundly

All along the Road to Nowhere