Letter to raoul peck

Tomorrow is darkness
Joy today we're a
Void ing the question thinking
Its (play play play) all (play play play)
Disconnected (play!)
Screaming I was only
Screaming stupid sound and
Screaming with one voice we
Leave out everything

This city's burning burning
While we're screaming
Boring
The cars are closing in

Our lips are just opening

It feels like you're stuck with your head in a tire

This one says watch it burn
PLaying at a-pa-thy
One-sided fire
With one dimension
This one says burn it down
Playing at u-ni-ty
One-sided politics
Sell boring records cause your
Vision's too cloudy cloudy and your
Vision's too cloudy cloudy and your
Vision's too cloudy cloudy and our
Versions are too clear
And I can't see past the next five minutes
And
I can't see past the next five spins

It feels like your stuck with your head in a tire burning for want of a real fire