Miscellaneous People

All the colors running wild
As the fog lifts off the mountainside
Sun shimmers in our eyes
As we’re slipping off our dark disguises
As much as time allows
Hold me now, hear me out
Everything is meaningless
And that’s just fine
Life lasts forever, love
Until it’s your time
I said, hold me now, hear me out
As long as we’re allowed
Until they run us out of town
Into the flatlands
Into the flatlands
I’ll see you
They treat us like miscellaneous people, baby
Don’t get it twisted brothers and sisters
Make a fist, make a fist, make a fist
And squeeze it tight
And hold it high
Better hold it high
Insidious missives oft repeated start to sound profound
Too many people who just want to burn it all down
I said, hold it now
Let’s think it out
Gotta grab the power
Better take what’s ours
We are love
We are love
Into the flatlands
I’ll see you