the car is on fire
and there's no driver at the wheel
and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides
and a dark wind blows
the government is corrupt
and we are on so many drugs
with the radio on
and the windows drawn
we are trapped in the belly of this horrible machine
and the machine is bleeding to death
the sun is falling down
and the billboards are all leering
and the flags are all dead
at the top of their poles
it went like this
the buildings toppled in on themselves
mothers clutching babies
picked through the rubble
and pulled out their hair
the skyline was beautiful on fire
all twisted metal stretching upwards
everything washed in a thin orange haze
i said "kiss me. you're beautiful; these are truly the last days"
you grabbed my hand and we fell into it
like a daydream or a fever
we woke up one morning
and fell a little further down
for sure it's the valley of death
i open up my wallet and it's full of blood