"drowning in a sea of faces, hardly keep my head above the surface..."

thirst (by deav 2003)

Monday, August 09, 2004

exposed - box

box (by deav)
Rio, Mai-Jun 2003
(exposed)

i’m packed up in a concrete box
wrapped up in paint, dust and wire
i can only see a little piece of sky
is that the sun, that ball of fire?

the vicious sickening choking air
comes in with a scary roaring sound
the phantom blinding cold lights
hurt the eyes that roll around

we’re the box people
we crawl from box to box
we’ve become boxes ourselves
where we lock up our hearts…

there are others here with me
buried in piles of paper
i’m cuffed to my chair
we’re the screaming boxes
can’t you see?
but no-one fucking seems to care

we’re the box people…

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