BADLANDS [Trailer]

Hello, and I'm sorry
A salutation and a farewell
I don't have much time

This Times New Roman is going to fly from
My fingertips like a plague of moths
The hollow black letter shells
Crunched into the
Ground like the skin of a cicada
This is all that's left
And you can do whatever you want with it
Keep it to yourself or let
It serve as a warning

This city is disgusting a corpse of
What it used to be
The people are filthy, gluttonous
Ruled by the power exchange of sex from the
Hands of the proletariat to the bourgeoisie
The tops of the skylines buzz
With the lackluster enthusiasm
The ground level is caked in
Dirt and rust and grime
And the people that dwell there wake and rub
The filmy layer off their lukewarm eyes
There are some here I love some who fear me
And some who wish I was dead

I didn't ask for this no one asks for this
You're born into it
You grow up oblivious and sheltered
And one day the evil realities
Of this place hit you
Square between the eyes like
A perfectly aimed bullet

If this were a movie
I would ride off in some blood
Red sunset down a stretch
Of desert road into the wasteland
That keeps us captive here
But this isn't a movie

These are the BADLANDS you