Whistleblow

You traded the sun for a halogen glare. Bought a ticket to the bunker in the dirty air. Swallowing the venom from a plastic spoon. Barking at the shadows underneath the moon. Wake up the ghost in the hollow machine. You paint all your walls in a violent green. Selling your keys to the heaviest boot. Watching the poison crawl up from the root. They sold you a mirror that only shows teeth. You polish the surface and rot underneath. Marching in loops on a digital screen. Feeding the engine that butchers the scene. Snap out of the static. The signal is dead. Snap out of the panic. Drop the heavy lead. Wake up! Wake up the ghost paint all your walls Wake up the ghost Selling your keys Wake up the ghost Watching the poison crawl up from the root from the root from the root.