Black Sheets Of Rain
Checking in every morning.
To the sound of steam and caffeine.
The sludge in the bottom of the cup.
Just like the sludge in the stream.
Slag heap keep growing higher.
Every morning the sky, it's on fire.
And it's only 9 AM again.
Is there an upside to every downside?
Keep it inside, it's a downward slide of broken glass.
Keeps building in piles.
And I don't know.
I don't know if the sun ever smiles.
It's the black sheets of rain.
Following me again.Everywhere I go.
Everywhere I've been.
Following me again.
I feel the toxins fill my blood stream as I'm walking through the parking lot.
Over and over and over and over and over and over.
The clouds hanging over.
Choking the life out of me.
The motto seems to be.
"We work in order to be free".
It's the black sheets of rain.
Following me again.
Everywhere I go.
Everywhere I've been.
Following me again.
Over and over and over and over and over and over again.
Where were you in my hour of need.
(I never see the sun stop shining).
The clouds roll over the sunlight.
(Someone stopped the sun from shining).
And I stand here, ready to bleed.
(I never see the sun stop shining).
A little rain is all we need.
(Someone stopped the sun from shining).
Where will you be in my darkest hour of need?
(I never see the sun stop shining).
Where will you be in my darkest hour of need?
(Someone stopped the sun).
Here it comes again.
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