kiyomori
Waiting
(Adam Kidd)

I got up to go back down again,
Spacious echoes in my head
Collide in the night before
And then dead to be born once more
I need money so I'm prostituting
All my worth, it's not the life I'm choosing
In the city I'm devastated
Stop the hurry and start communicating

It's seems like we're always waiting for something to happen

Going to work now
Some in a hurry
Like birds jerking forward
Serious matters
Marching across roads
Empowered with briefcase
Determined glare forward
You're just like birds jerking forward

They put us in boxes
They file us in cabinets
Coin us our phrases
Assign us places
They train us
Which are the beautiful faces
They completely invade us
And then they try to rearrange us

It's seems like we're always waiting for something
I wish that something would happen


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