The Ominous Hum

A machined manifesto of consciousness
Our intent a broken arm
Nights like hollow aluminum shells
Thoughts echo into an infinite hell
But everyone looks the other way
Either way, we’re all to blame
Everyone looks the other way
Either way, we’re all to blame, blame
A dull ominous hum
Many manicured hands
Hands dipped in blood
Hands dipped in blood
Hands dipped in blood
A boiling ship sinking into a stripped distance
Spread all across a landscape of escape
Everyone’s hiding in plain sight
You still gotta wonder why we’re like this
Our little hands born balled up in fists