Dread from dread by Angie Maudlin

you know how it goes in this town,
i was feelin' down 'bout feelin' down.
kept my ear close to the ground,
but distant hooves didn't make a sound.
kept feelin' lost & found.
kept feelin' it's a losin' mission.
keeps my head spinnin' round,
but at least i can identify the root of my condition:

it's dread. this feelin' in my head,
thought i know it will get better... someday.
instead, i put myself to bed,
and put my thoughts away.

a plague that's international
spreads like a rumor built to kill.
a specter that surrounds us all,
a culprit that's invisible.
say they wanna build a wall
so we can wither in a fortress.
the suffocate on their denial,
their theories & their lies,
just wished for once the crooked system worked for us.

it's dread. this feelin' in my head,
thought i know it will get better... someday.
instead, i put myself to bed,
and put my thoughts away.

all along the boulevard,
we're asking for a change of guard.
we yell so loud & fight so hard,
but they won't have a change of heart.
still we gather near & far,
trying to sway the one's in charge.
but all the blatant disregard
for liberty & life,
can't help but sometimes wonderin' can't we win the war?

it's dread. this feelin' in my head,
thought i know it will get better... someday.
instead, i put myself to bed,
and put my thoughts away.

a universe of forest gone,
right when we're asking, 'what else could go wrong?'
a world of water fell upon
the gulf coast & the coverage moved right on.
a surge so unsurvivable,
the mesovortices alive.
paradise on fire again,
it's like we barely deserve to survive,
but in the meantime i'll rely

on dread: this feeling' in my head.
thought i know it will get better... someday.
instead, i put myself to bed,
and put my thoughts away.