someone turn off the sun
it's loud on my eyes
mask my face with an orangey haze
it's on my body and it burns my face
apply a thin coat let set to dry
oven roasted blackened sky
my urban brain can't refrain
it's a tender morsel for all to taste
all join hands are realize
i hold my ears to dull the noise
shaking hands with hollow minds
i'm not the one with covered eyes
this is beauty they're telling you
blackened lungs through and through
the terror reigns on and on
there's no glory in this war song
your life will slowly fade
the sun you breathe is mostly shade
it will shine for minutes a day
but only if you have pre-paid