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Lord Steel
A wire tower's under construction
In the near distance it's a wall of shine
In the nearer future it's just breaking down
All this in between loses its luster
So these things left on every doorstep
They're supposed to comfort us, right?
All it has is a smudge in the center
Like a tear drop weighed down by a lot of ink
For a day or two mine resembled a smile
But I let it out in the sun for much too long
Now it's just curled itself into a ball
Trying without success to shade its own scorch
These neighbors are kind of exhausted from the fumes
As it rises and settles, citizens fall into the snooze
An older set with fog coating their glasses
The new and the present shuffle a little slower
And every breath is taken into desperate measure
People that we don't know keep dying away
It's hard to tell whether or not to let it hit us
They live nearby, we've probably said hello at least once
Sadly they've gone above forever,
goodbye for now
That wire plantation's getting bigger, too
It keeps sounding sirens and blowing out steam
Some people riot while the rest just cover their heads
and I've decided at last that I hate this place
Other people have concluded things of their own
Now that everything's on fire, what's the point in struggle
They've left us alone because we haven't made a sound
But we're getting kind of frightened in and out
There's not much left for us here thanks to them
People are dead or fled wisely, the beauty of it all,
it just fell to the ground
Not much to do, since the bombs started dropping
I'd leave it all eventually if the gates were still open
