Disappear

Low hanging clouds like cobwebs in the sky
Dew clinging to my chlorophyll eyes
As the moon hides away from view
I feel the earth's deep rumble telling of all our lies

The whir of tires on the interstate lulls us to rest
Drifting to the outskirts of our little bubble
We've seen capitalistic wet dreams in our night visions
Today we embark on a search for trouble