The Mall & Misery

Use your intuition

It's all you got

Keys are red and there's a dozen locks

Standing in your way

So goes the gold age

Your tired life

Digging for a way, you cast a spell

Carve a path from all the things they sell

But they don't let go

Just thought you should know

Keep away....

I know I know

That nothing is simple

So let to mine girl

Straight down the runway

Does one want to

Get more used to

The mall and misery

The dead amounts it costs to be alive

Your lives are burning from the budding coals

If only to learn what you've never been told

That there's a real world

And somewhere a good girl

Lives and breathes

Part of hoping, the callow mind

Idle still in the morning tide

Though it's a dark time

And this is your dark mind

Feel your heart....

I know what I know

would not fill a thimble

so let to mine girl

straight down the runway

Does one want to

get more used to

The mall and misery

the dead amounts it costs to be alive...