Senate Rebel

Walk down the crowded street
So devoid and empty
I've seen the end

It hit everyone at the same time the rich in the air
I can see the smoke billowing from the rooftops
They tried to buy their way into heaven and almost too late the senate rebelled

Can you hear the sirens? Making me dizzy
Can you smell the triers? Burning holes
Always busy
And now this city
This dead committee

My feet are crooked to the ground
They have been there for years
Yet I smile from ear to ear
At some barren time the clouds moved out of their minds, up into the sky, the poor, their third eye

Can you hear the sirens? Making me dizzy
Can you smell the triers? Burning holes
Always busy
And now this city
This dead committee
Walking in line
Static and unkind
The senate rebel
Here's your crime
We'll be just fine

(And does the senate have anything more to add? Yep.)

-Chreees, Thom