Signals from Satellites

The 3AM Bend

I’ve been walking down the cobblestone streets
And it’s 3am in the morning again
All the lights and the tvs are on
And everyone is walking around like drones

My hands are tired and splintered
From digging at my own grave
My voice is loud yet tender
From screaming about everything

We are done when we’re done

I’ve never been to good with names
Especially when all these faces look the same
All the lights and the tvs are on
And everyone is walking around like drones

My hands are tired and splintered...

We are done when we’re done

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