Forms and Data

This charade of life’s routine Is fading the glory and tarnishing dreams Humiliated in public and organised Filling in forms, taking on form to survive Our freedom stripped, our minds untangled Living a dream of a nation in chains Crossing Mountains and terraces To an infinite reality Watching in terror as our walls are torn down In disrepair we dared to touch The void of a bigger kind of truth This waiting game catches my fall And cradles me until the time is right Hop, skip, jump to my destination Our cities crumble Etching the lines to a new province Setup tomorrow There is no tomorrow When all of the world is drowning in sorrow Saving for what? Time colliding a little faster The visions of a past time Set as a spring trap Etched in diamonds Sparkling brilliance a new kind of day Emerging from the darkness That they fooled you was reality Cut us down and string us high This is not the right day to die Leaping forward this tag team of life Graceless fall of time travel time forgot Next in line our species of doom We count the minutes and seconds Pause We wait on our simple thrones Breeding immortality Day by day The truth outshines itself