hit me on the street while waiting to do nothing where <br />within the space can anything feel certain look into <br />the future make out the word speak send in the spies <br />to watch them creepy are the people unable to do <br />something sitting on an armchair fenced in their <br />creation look up to be there anywhere is somewhere <br />itchy past scratch the itch hit me in the streets hit <br />me feel about a nation so precious is the freedom <br />carousel the brass ring reach into a black mass so its <br />corroded always polluted we all want some of it maybe <br />all the people now left without no loving where within <br />the strength gone better see it coming get off the <br />fence trip rip up the garbage make it up to the earth <br />bitch hit me in the streets hit me be a politician <br />eroding all your freedoms down the rabbit hole cracks <br />money markets fall through a looking glass time <br />becomes too fast all to benefit the rich so keep <br />eating from the apple edges from the center shaken to <br />the core until it doesn't matter no one to turn to no <br />where to run to better the bomb to blow it HIT ME in <br />the streets
