The 21st Century - We Are Waiters
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Old mission bells, your alarm clock's a thief.
Oh mission bells sang, "Save me."
Caught like a rock on a dead end of turns.
Lost like a dog tied to a sign.

Stare right into the sun--don't blink
And the light will shatter.
Nothing matters.

Street cleaning nights, conversations are steam.
"Yes, yes, your highness."
Silence.
Silently, I cut up my brain into factions opposed.
Blue is a color--sadly--sadnigo.

Stare right into the sun--don't blink
And the light will shatter.

The titles we take, I'm a waiter of sorts
eating my weight in patience and tip jars.
And as for the special, it is fruitlessly fruit.
All we can do is split hairs and continue.

Stare right into the sun--don't blink
And the light will shatter.
Stare right into the sun.