Spitalfield

the day after independence day
theres no laughter
and nothing left to say
we all fall back
to our patterned lives
our hearts turn black
pursue the dollar signs
either way we will all fall down
the beating clock is the only sound
close our eyes as we hit the ground
and wake up blinded
either way we will all fall down
the beating clock is the only sound
close our eyes as we hit the ground
and wake up blinded
we're all burnt out
from working overtime
from eating pills that
control our state of mind
we drink ourselves asleep
just to forget the day
then medicate again
just to stay awake
are we living just to die?
or are we just dying to live?
either way we will all fall down
the beating clock is the only sound
close our eyes as we hit the ground
and wake up blinded
either way we will all fall down
the beating clock is the only sound
close our eyes as we hit the ground
and wake up blinded