House didn’t feel like a home. Trying to keep my parents safe while trying to look like we’re all leading simple safe lives. When in the yard, it’s hard to feel free as you suspect invisible vehicles are driving along the roads monitoring you.
Guy writes a beautiful song and he’s got a good voice, but there’s something dark about the days. Get to work from home, but you feel trapped in sweats as if it’s wintertime and it’s cold outside while it’s supposed to be like summer.
Murky waters, greenery and lush
Big truck machines that look like gigantic insects
That drill things like oil underneath the ground and back-stab the bugs
A group of men think they’re machines
Young, haughty, and gung-ho
They quickly form a line and stack in front of one another
Slotting themselves into a machine-like truck
Ready to do some cool work
It’s a surprise that it’s working,
but the attempt was still just too loud and uncertain
The main guy at the end loses control, flies out and falls into the murky waters, while the rest get crushed and die