I’ve got the watermarks of a city

Burned into my eyes

All I see are blinking amber lights and neon

My ears are ringing still

From a thousand decibels

Of realtors selling heaven

And building hell

Let’s kill the power

To the broadcast towers

Shut the system down

Turn the lights out

I’ve got a network of cables

Tattooed up my arms

I bleed in two-forty volts and battery acid

My heart is empty still

More retail space to fill

With empty promise content

And unpaid bills

Let’s kill the power

To the broadcast towers

Shut the system down

Turn the lights out

When the panic subsides

The conversations will start

And we’ll see that the power grids

Do not power our hearts

We are the only ones

Who can pull the plug

The last one out of the coma

Has to turn the lights out

L. Switzer