Discards

Rebellious lights go out, one by one, in the night.
Plied our lives, incessant lies, till we don’t know where we are.
All our lives incessant lies, now the less certain we all are.
I was ridin’ out my life in a lie, in a strange time
there’s no hero left to stand, left to feud, left to fight.
Feather-light, my tiny sprite, you follow me around.
the longer we hear their lies, the less certain we all are.
the longer we coexist, the less certain we all are.
spin me ’round an’ tell a joke,
Endless circles of our lives, boxed in tight, by the stars;
speak out loud, for what’s right,
As the lights of hope go out, one by one, in the night,
Beat her wings, an’ softly sings, a gentle soothin’ sound.


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