explosions, detonations

Blood in the streets up to my ankles

Blood in the streets up to my knees

we can’t kill them all

we can’t murder them all

it would be a mistake, wouldn’t it?

just like a child who hits the chair
it has bumped into

Blood on the raise, it’s following me

what if we did it

what if we killed them

wouldn’t the world be a better place

you may say I’m a dreamer

but I’m not the only one

we’re living in the ghost town

where the explosion of rage is not the only visible explosion

at all