Suburbia
A storm is coming
Skittled rocks on river pavement
In a mesh of bloodshed hair
Tongues secured in thin glass windows
The blooming blossoms, yielding pears
Blown in cancer New Jersey air
The days will ripen without sunshine
Fairies buried before their tales
They'll lie beneath our sidewalk fancies
Fantasies adrift in roaring gales
We'll never dream a dream to fail
I fear the smell of gaseous tires
Spritzed amongst a pine tree's bark
The faces, ashen in the din
Point blank, so gruesome and so stark
Thrown out, children cawing with the lark
I've warned them of the mystic branches
The clouds where ultimatums hide
There's magic swarmed beneath their footsteps
The darkness writhes and it decides
Our fate belongs to blacker tides
Hurry home, beaten children to your broken lives
The storm's on the horizon and it's throttled into drive
Faces turned to acid rain, whispering overcast goodbyes
A goodnight for you epic lies
