A Chorus of Crickets

These subatomic days, punctuated with a sigh, are so sublime
Our pixelated faces formed as we negotiate a life of rage

We all made a pact to eat each other to survive should the need arise

Running with the bulls to the latest hit parade
They were so afraid
Watched the moon explode last night
Flowing out with the tide
Cemetery gates swinging nervously, they seem to beckon me
There will come a day when those chains that hold you down will help you drown

We all made a pact to eat each other to survive to stay alive