Watch it explode
While it's not impossible for flowers to bloom and grow
Next to graves
And babies are born
In the same buildings where people go
To pass away

- Dredg - Triangle

The car’s on fire, and there’s no driver at the wheel. And the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides. And a dark wind blows. The government is corrupt, and we’re all so many drunks with the radios on and the curtains drawn. We’re all trapped in the belly of this horrible machine, and the machine is bleeding to death. The sun has fallen down, and the billboards are all leering, and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles. It went like this: the buildings toppled in on themselves, mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble, and pulled out their hair. The skyline was beautiful on fire, all twisted metal stretching upwards, everything washed in a thin orange haze. I said, “Kiss me, you’re beautiful! These are truly the last days!” You grabbed my hand, and we fell into it, like daydream, or a fever.

We woke up one morning, and fell a little further down. For sure, it’s the valley of death. I open up my wallet, and it is full of blood.

GYBE