MichaelsLyric.com presents…..
Performed by Michael Kaiser-Nyman
Tag: money
City In The Dust On My Window
MichaelsLyric.com presents…..
“City In The Dust On My Window
I claim the moments that are bright and drop the darker ones with tears.
Through blurry flash, invisible my light and doesn’t cast a shadow of the worldly fears.
With contrast thrills and contract deals, this city dreams in nightmares and ordeals.
Light bunnies tremble on the windowsills, as sun peeks through the dusty windows.
On rusty hinges, this lifetime opens up to no condition love that I try to recall.
Somebody grab a chalk and write “I heart” on brick and mortar, urban wall
So when all rates and ratings plummet to their fall, I’ll know the true of human kind.
Unbind me from the shackles of the local, traffic grind, remind me that I’m still a spirit.
The local time does not rewind, because this mind is focused in it.
Am I still with it, or am I distancing myself from cellular survival?
This I, it marks another soul arrival, sometimes so lost amongst the concrete monoliths.
My melancholy covers streets, as mist of bittersweet forgiveness.
It’s often said, “just business,” but I’m not here to judge. I’m only here to witness.
Survival systems, to keep myself from being predator, I gave myself this illness.
To some, my love may seem as weakness, but it’s because of it, they still exist.
It’s unconditional as all existence, unending love, it elevates me to persist.”
Through blurry flash, invisible my light and doesn’t cast a shadow of the worldly fears.
With contrast thrills and contract deals, this city dreams in nightmares and ordeals.
Light bunnies tremble on the windowsills, as sun peeks through the dusty windows.
On rusty hinges, this lifetime opens up to no condition love that I try to recall.
Somebody grab a chalk and write “I heart” on brick and mortar, urban wall
So when all rates and ratings plummet to their fall, I’ll know the true of human kind.
Unbind me from the shackles of the local, traffic grind, remind me that I’m still a spirit.
The local time does not rewind, because this mind is focused in it.
Am I still with it, or am I distancing myself from cellular survival?
This I, it marks another soul arrival, sometimes so lost amongst the concrete monoliths.
My melancholy covers streets, as mist of bittersweet forgiveness.
It’s often said, “just business,” but I’m not here to judge. I’m only here to witness.
Survival systems, to keep myself from being predator, I gave myself this illness.
To some, my love may seem as weakness, but it’s because of it, they still exist.
It’s unconditional as all existence, unending love, it elevates me to persist.”
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“Despite famous tales, the king wears a plush, righteous garment.
Agreed in a summit, disarm them with scarcity, reward for obedience,
isolate the few screaming, no one will hear their experience.
Brilliance is hindrance, and ignorance is bliss in a world controlled by profiteers.”
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