Riot Dreams

Im a refugee in a nation falling apart
Where nations go to war in their sleep
An urban warhead with misguided guiding system
A syntax thorn apart at the seems
Linguistic gold buried
in the sand of the hourglass
They're ripping tree tops
from kids
and selling them on e-bay
God has left the building
and he's reading porn
The changing of the guards
takes place
at night
so no one
will see
who they're guarding
And I sing halleluhja
on top of the Roman wall
and ban the sun from shining
"Move or be moved!" the guard dog shouts
as not to alarm the neighbours
But it's OK, always liked a man in uniform
There's a serene slience in the power of numbers
I love the night:
it's full of broken promises
and wishful thinking
And tonight, tonight
it can be done!