Stagecoach of Death
Beneath ivory moon and ebony sky
I found refuge in an abandoned bus stop
Dilapidated shops surround
A coronation to the dark side of capitalism
Busted windows tell horror stories
Once proud walls are crumbling
Fifty years ago this was prime real estate
Now it's a forgotten footnote for weary travelers
It's what happens when a dream is disfigured
As time passes it becomes a nightmare
And none remember when it was beautiful
I'm of the new generation that no longer dreams
Drenched in cold sweat I'm wide awake
And my heart is forever broken
My mind is a wasteland of it's never going to happen
Depressed this bus stop is my last hope
As I await the stagecoach of death
Knowing I might not have a dream
But I'll be damned if I don't go out on my own terms
Beneath ivory moon and ebony sky
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