At times I feel like doing
At times I don't feel at all
At times I feel like viewing,
all your pictures on every wall.
Some would call it a public defacing
Some would call it a criminal offense
Some would call it down right disgracing,
all those pictures giving us hints.
What do they know about sun light it seems
They can't tell that it brightens up the scenes;
of this darkened world without nothing to show,
when nuclear night blocked out that candle's glow.
Late night felt right escape artist
Late night canvas is a city wall
Late night police trying their hardest,
to catch you so you fall.
It gives us something to look at
It gives us beauty where there's none
It gives us hope in this trap,
that someday we'll see the sun.
What do they know about sun light it seems
They can't tell that it brightens up the scenes;
of this darkened world without nothing to show,
when nuclear night blocked out that candle's glow.
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