We are the creatures of the night
We are the creatures who boycott the light,
We are the creatures who believe we are right
We fight, we slight, we wish for foresight.
But as the creatures we are prone,
To always losing our bloody phones.
The endless search for what you seek.
Under the flashing of blue, green and pink.
The colourful globe that dictates our world,
The one we don't notice until it goes.
The floor is sticky. The counter is wet,
I'm standing here trying to pay my debt
The one that is owed but forgotten, then remembered.
The scenes around are one of noise
I take my place and stand poised.
Ready for the attention that is the price of our intention.
One we use to trick ourselves into thinking we are rich as well.
The clock strikes 1,2 & 3. The night begins to take its fee.
The toll begins to roll across the soul.
As you can't find the one to solve,
The problems within your social scroll.
The one you don't write but follow justly,
The one you try to fight but end up rusty.
The one you say you don't believe in
The problem, the solution, to that sad lonely feeling.
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