Letter To Raoul Peck

Tomorrow is darkness
 Joy today we're a
 Void ing the question thinking
 Its (play play play) all (play play play)
 Disconnected (play!)
 Screaming I was only
 Screaming stupid sound and
 Screaming with one voice we
 Leave out everything
 This city's burning burning
 While we're screaming
 Boring
 The cars are closing in
 Our lips are just opening
 It feels like you're stuck with your head in a tire
 This one says watch it burn
 PLaying at a-pa-thy
 One-sided fire
 With one dimension
 This one says burn it down
 Playing at u-ni-ty
 One-sided politics
 Sell boring records cause your
 Vision's too cloudy cloudy and your
 Vision's too cloudy cloudy and your
 Vision's too cloudy cloudy and our
 Versions are too clear
 And I can't see past the next five minutes
 And
 I can't see past the next five spins
 It feels like your stuck with your head in a tire burning for want of a real fire