Safe Game

In This AmericanizeDEAD world
In this AmericanizeDEAD country
Something is obscure
Was in his poetry
Some weirdness was in his simple lines
It’s my safe game…
Sorry I lost it all. I can’t remember
Except next lyrics emerging
On my press shots and fine clickbeats
Lyrics by Andrew Pure:
Words can be destructive
Words can be jets
In hands of kids…
His words drifting aimlessly
When I’m walking down the streets
In before fading away inth the nite again