V2k
Here we are lost in our creation,
lost to all creation.
Take my hand and take a look around me.
just take a look around, see!
Can you see the dead?
The dead are all around me.
The dead are all that I see.
So move, Don't stop.
You have to keep moving,
you just have to keep moving.
The dead, they walk.
their walking all around me
their walking all around see!
Can you hear them talk?
The ambient silence?
The ambulance sirens?
They fear this world.
the code is always sober.
when the cold has taken over.
I hear them talk through,
ambulance sirens. They are
ambient sirens.
Copyright © joseph randall | Year Posted 2025
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