ERICA
CORBO
the slow movement of ants on the street
America repents for the sins of its leaders
And the world spins on to a darker future
All life is burning in flames of regret
A mistake, once made, is hard to forget
Did you cry when the hero died in the end?
Well guess what, it will happen again and again
Life is final and death is forever
And you think, “well, at least we're all in this together”
But we go it alone in our worlds of self-loathing
Not knowing the thousands of truths we are killing
We go it alone in our world of self-loathing
Not knowing the thousands of truths we are killing
I see the heat seep from our concrete planet
It distorts the world so that I can understand it
For nothing is sacred and beauty is dead
Visions of valor are dying in my head
As I watch the slow movement of ants on the street
And wonder if they aren't a little like me
As I watch the slow movement of ants on the street
And wonder if they aren't a little like me