The Haunted

Well they same dull,
darkened, rain keeps
comin' down
Whispers little secrets
to spite this little mind
See the sunlight in McAllen, TX
burns my skin in Rome
Salt on my lips
Cracks in the pavement
Are we all going blind, or is there
something I've been missing?
Black coffee, somehow soothing,
no matter where I go
Well there's no place to hide
There's no shelter so far away
All rivers end in the same sea
Petty thieves
All hail, the one percent with
a bullwhip rйsumй.