It has been eighteen years
Eyes locked tight shut as night enues
Not a glimpse of sunlight
Not a glimpse of truth
Not an idea of the ruthelessnes that governs our daily lives through and through
Sucking our souls dry of any happiness or creativity
Finally the sky cracked
Catching the new light of day my eyes were wide open
Now I can see
Owned 100% by the almighty dollar
All of us screaming from the the bottom as one
At the end of the day though
not a sound is heard
Not a scream....
Not a hollar ...