when warmth repels

[fledgist]

not one of us but hopes for better days
the world we have is always in bad shape
we act and we spectate in the same plays

the sun will weigh us down with brightest rays
we feel the heat as a gigantic scrape
not one of us but hopes for better days

it doesn't matter under that bright blaze
whether we are the clothed or naked ape
we act and we spectate in the same plays

we hope for relief from this constant haze
our backs are bent and our mouths agape
not one of us but hopes for better days

the truth is that this is no passing phase
we're seeing the result of a great rape
we act and we spectate in the same plays

for all of us there's always the same gaze
from which we know that there is no escape
not one of us but hopes for better days
we act and we spectate in the same plays