Fallen

Vagrancy for the few that squander life away,

As the tide turns for the umbrella among us,

Fading into gas masks,

Through this wasted life we call our own,

A tired revolution, combined with liquid endangerment,

Watch as the tide turns on all of us,

Controlling our every movement,

Until our brains are fried,

Tattered with a gross orange red and white as well as rainbow,

Follow the sun through the desert,

And tripping over its cords,

The light at the end of it's tunnel.

Multiplying the broadcast,

Full of rainbows,

It is going to shine on,

Bye ,bye, bye,

The end.