Sleeping In Nebraska

Endless loops on the fake circuits,
When calamities strike and the skies fall,
Macabre statues develop and take over,
Collecting souls and finishing it all.

Stuck on repeat, we march in line,
Hoping that the twilight shines on her,
For all of our sakes and fates,
Yearning for every heart to concur.

Repeating all of the actions and sights,
Sleeping in Nebraska for a revelation,
Pacing in the city's pollution,
Skipping every mindless rotation.

We ride in this meaningless life so dark,
Giving kisses and prayers for Kings,
Copying everybody around us,
Until we find our own wings.