Crash

There’s smoke on my mirror
From a pound of the green
If I see through the world's eyes
While they're pink and closed
Tell me does it count as a dream?
The crash of the metal statue
As it fell to the ground was the sound of the scene
Now some of those eyes
They found it obscene
And some of those eyes
Drowned in the drool and they gleamed
I’d be a fool if I said that I’d seen
And didn’t recognize it as humans demeaned
Rushing in for their hits
Just a crowd full of fiends
Like they’re proud of these things
That they’re teaching their seeds
See my eyes were low
But I know what I saw as if there
Hearts cold and they brawl
Everyone knows it all
Even though the last time was the same
They just stared like asleep
Pray their souls to keep
Dreaming death to hope and birth to despair
And I just scrawled what I saw on the street
Do you read?