Wicketty Wack

Shadow places, wicketty wack
with dark flowers, darker rain
greys and black on black on black
wicketty wack

bricks of dark and a vacume
the thrust of archetecture
the doom of progress
the black and greys and shadows
play, rewind, play again

wicketty wack, goes the slap
the stars in colorless glory
float before bright green eyes
and it rains wicketty wack

shadows and black paint
glass that can't be seen through
rain which is felt and not seen
a metalic taste, blood black

bricks in darkness and endless hole
the tumbling modern view
the doom of technology
the loss of morality
play, rewind, play again

wicketty wack, goes the slap
and history comes back
in black and black taps
and the rain goes wack, wack, wack
wicketty wack