Half-World

Half-world
Is what I call this world
Watching everyone live
Without saying a word

The owls speak to me
When the night falls down
In the mist of the dark
The rebel wears the crown

The soundtrack that prevails
Among the noises of the dusk
Is the sound of the nails
From the army of musk

There goes the sound of war
Now you know the score
Why the hell you’re fighting for

A 9 to 5 in the middle of a storm
Feel the air as the ground remains warm
The soil is flooded by the bloody drops
That flow and soak the grainy crops
The giants hoover the earth as it is swept
As the rubble approaches your doorstep

The half-world
Is not so far away
The creepy night hides
Behind the day

DIY and coffee shop multinationals
5 blocks away from disastrous
Homes where the vivacious crowds
Join under the acidic clouds