oh, how the beauty became a numbing devicestrings of pearls shining like dying teeth,

polluting bath water with roses too fresh to smellthis heart willn’t be satisfied

conspiring a revolution,dancing along the bricks at our feet

singing ‘we won’t return, we won’t return’

doesn’t that sound so sweet

makeshift homes, illuminated by the firehave you ever seen anything so natural

as my landlocked eyes grow tired

a colony of revolutionistswarriors of forgotten youth