i see humans in the streets
i see shuffled eyes
i see downtrodden feet
i see the biomass pile up around me
i'll see you if you point yourself out to me
it looks like it's summertime again
the asphalt desert recharges her men
the politicians wax, the hungry spend
a nation of millions counts to ten
but there is no way this war will ever end
unless you get what i send
but i'm not holding my breath
not holding my breath
but i am holding you all responsible
i see faces in the stands
i see the national guard
i see the man
the paranoia i can understand
it's the presence i can't
i'm sure this looks good
far away from me
on the posh side of a plasma TV
it looks a little different from a box on 43rd street
from the alleys that my neighbors see
but I'm not holding my breath
no not holding my breath
i still got the morning and i got my self respect
the war machine goes on
to whatever is next
i check my calendar
check the watch on the next guy's wrist
i can't help it
can't get it out of me
rakish fragments of a too clear memory
i keep seeing those towers burn
keep hear you saying
how postmodern
i don't know what the fuck to do
i wish i had nothing
i wish i had you