A Chorus Of Crickets - The Life And Times

These subatomic days, punctuated with a sigh, are so sublime

Our pixelated faces formed as we negotiate a life of rage

We all made a pact to eat each other to survive should the need arise

Running with the bulls to the latest hit parade

They were so afraid

Watched the moon explode last night

Flowing out with the tide

Cemetery gates swinging nervously, they seem to beckon me

There will come a day when those chains that hold you down will help you drown

We all made a pact to eat each other to survive to stay alive