The Road To Nowhere

The lightning climbing up the walls
The finger-drawings on the glass
A map of those who used to live here
'til they killed the Hand who'd spoken
Often there's a voice in my sleeping mind
The words inside my skull at night
But once I wake I cannot read them
My bloody hands remain a question-mark
Sifting through the hiccups of time
We'll hide beneath bones of the city
The engines sing along with our cries
The song, it spells disaster
But it's buried beneath the laughter
The words that fall from out their mouths
Can change in your hands and split the skin
So I will keep myself apart
From shining eyes and privileged boredom
The thing that I've learned from unusual blood
Is never touch a person's comfort
The voice of change is often heard
When fear itself has come to visit
Sifting through the hiccups of time
We'll hide beneath the bones of the city
The engines sing along with their cries
The song, it spells disaster
But we drown it out with laughter
And our eyes
Are always pointed at the sky
Looking for an answer
And our hands
They were stained in black and grey
Busy solving problems
And our backs all bear the load
Of all the things we'll never know
Until it breaks us
And in the comfort of the earth
We will not wonder what we're worth
No we will sleep soundly
All along the Road to Nowhere