2000 + A.D.

2000 + A.D.

Soul's gone sour
chasing the dollar
all across the land
road raging highways
to corporate towers
hourglass spills its sand
coarseness we’re headed
surely a dreaded
finale to all man's soul
while pointing the finger
that arrogance trigger
leaving heart in the cold
Wind driven online
leaders with no spine
sneaking their way to the top
slick looking haircuts
in skeleton closets
give pats on the back with a knife.