In a forest of stone underneath a corporate canopy
Where the sun rarely filters down
The ground is not so soft
It is not so soft
They build buildings to house people making money
Or they build buildings to make money off of housing people
It's true, like a lot of things are true
Foraging from a phone booth on the forest floor
That is not so soft
I look up, it looks like the buildings are burning
But it's just the sun, setting in the windows
The solar system calling an end to another business day
Eternally circling, signalling the rhythmic clicking on and off
Of computers
The pulse .. of the american machine
The pulse .. that draws death dancing
Out of anonymous side streets
You know, the ones that always get dumped on
But never get plowed
It draws death dancing out of little countries
With funny languages
Where the ground is getting harder and it was
Not that soft before
Where the sun rarely filters down
The ground is not so soft
It is not so soft
They build buildings to house people making money
Or they build buildings to make money off of housing people
It's true, like a lot of things are true
Foraging from a phone booth on the forest floor
That is not so soft
I look up, it looks like the buildings are burning
But it's just the sun, setting in the windows
The solar system calling an end to another business day
Eternally circling, signalling the rhythmic clicking on and off
Of computers
The pulse .. of the american machine
The pulse .. that draws death dancing
Out of anonymous side streets
You know, the ones that always get dumped on
But never get plowed
It draws death dancing out of little countries
With funny languages
Where the ground is getting harder and it was
Not that soft before
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