Letter To Raoul Peck

Tomorrow is darkness

Joy today we're a

Void ing the question thinking

Its (play play play) all (play play play)

Disconnected (play!)

Screaming I was only

Screaming stupid sound and

Screaming with one voice we

Leave out everything

This city's burning burning

While we're screaming

Boring

The cars are closing in

Our lips are just opening

It feels like you're stuck with your head in a tire

This one says watch it burn

PLaying at a-pa-thy

One-sided fire

With one dimension

This one says burn it down

Playing at u-ni-ty

One-sided politics

Sell boring records cause your

Vision's too cloudy cloudy and your

Vision's too cloudy cloudy and your

Vision's too cloudy cloudy and our

Versions are too clear

And I can't see past the next five minutes

And

I can't see past the next five spins

It feels like your stuck with your head in a tire burning for want of a real fire