HAZMAT! by Victor Sierra

HAZMAT

I FEEL THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS THE CALL OF THE VOID
MY DAYS HAVE BEEN CHAOTIC SO WEIRD SINCE I FOUND
THIS STRANGE PAPYRUS YOU LEFT ON MY DOORMAT
IT'S LIKE I HAVE TO LEARN TO DEAL WITH HAZMAT

MY VIEWS ARE SHIFTING
BUT YOU KNOW THE SCORE
AND THE WHEEL KEEPS TURNING
NO ONE'S SURE ANYMORE

I KNOW YOU WERE MAD AT ME BUT I COULD EXPLAIN
WHAT'S WRONG WITH NEUTRALITY AND VIENNA WALTZES FAME
IT DRIVES ME CRAZY AS HELL AND MY JOKE FALLS FLAT
MEANWHILE I HAVE TO LEARN TO DEAL WITH HAZMAT

THE FUTURE IS NOT AS FAR AWAY AS IT USED TO BE
IN THE TWILIGHT OF HISTORY
THEY SEND POSTCARDS DRENCHED OF IRONY


THE SAME DIRTY WATER FLOWS UNDER THE BRIDGE
INTERSECTING SECRECIES HURT MY CERTAINTIES
THEY HAVE BEEN THROWN INTO AN OLD LAUNDROMAT
MEANWHILE I HAVE TO LEARN TO DEAL WITH HAZMAT

• Rock
• gothic rock
• industrial
• post punk
• retrofuturism
• steamgoth
• steampunk
• Paris