Three hundred of sunny days per year
In this cold grey city
Thousands of scorched skins
Leisurely prancing
At the same time in the same places
The South of...
Conformity
When the evening shadows stretch themselves*
All the white clothes turn to black
As all the freshly oiled skins
Rush to be back
At the same time in the same places
They're having fun and screaming it
They're drinking life on terrace
As I'm looking for my place
But I just can't handle the hollow
They all seem to be made of
Contemplating
The herd
Climb into your car
For a later place
Be sure you will delay
The time to face yourself
Alcohol will do the rest
Walk among the Herd
Don't forget to seem
Noise and smoke inside your nerves
Will surely let you in...
Cocaine
Inhale,breathe,scream,become,
Run and wriggle,
Seduce the whole world
As the Herd becomes your home
Your home
Don't slow down,don't stop
Don't let yourself a chance
To be grabbed by the doubt
There will always be a truth to kill
Inside your dilated pupil
Walk among the Herd
Don't forget to seem...
R.Emmanuel
*h:The Evening Shadows
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Published on e-Stories.org on 01.02.2017.
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