dying whispers through the haze
the ghosts of lonely serenade
where more than sameness has no chance of ever leaving
satellites you can't escape, the conversations that never break
never silent, never alone, but always lonely

These murder scenes always in the back of your mind
no sight unseen, no matter how hard you try
to look away, to try and unlearn
the wrecking ball will have its turn and no one will say we don't get what we deserve

transmissions choke the air
billboard eyes with coffin stares
birds of spring make your return, though no one would ever blame you
eagles rest on power lines
the seasons can't make up their minds
north or south, it's all the same when the scenery is painted