Steel Sky

do not ask what became of the poison

close your mouth when it begins to scream

when the enemy circles and the whistles moisten

you can try to believe you’re just trapped in a dream

but the crazy has settled

things darker have landed

no things we have meddled

have left us for stranded

but rather our vices have trapped us indeed

and now rotten noises are all that we bleed

odors abound reminding of death

it matters quite little whether eastern or west.

we jump at our shadow, we scamper for kittens

for we know of the battle our own cities have written.

and so as we sit, whispring songs to our hands

Only Heaven above can reverse our dark lands.

— and the sky, it seems made of steel.