Our Age - Exit the Room

Camera shutters and soft focus
Instant exposures of fake poses
All I hear are
The swarming locust
The great fear
Is not what can you show us
It's to scream all your life
Just to go unnoticed
Fresh pigeon droppings
For the daily feast
The circus of life
Displayed on a machine

We throw our knives
So close to each other's boots
Everybody with nothing
Thinking they have so much to lose
Those with something
Still have more to prove
Don't pay me any mind
While I exit the room

Trying to dig out
An identity from birth
But you lost the one you had
When the shovel hit the earth
You can prick it 'til it bleeds
But pull your finger
Out of a glass of water
And see the hole you leave

We throw our knives
So close to each other's boots
Everybody with nothing
Thinking they have so much to lose
Those with something
Still have more to prove
Don't pay me any mind
While I exit the room

Written by:
CW Fallin

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