Letra de Eleutheria

There are stings strung from a hand
They extend to every point across this land
And the ants keep moving fast
They just blink and nod while miracles slip past

There's a face, unearthly clean
That stares up at me from every magazine
Computer screens and concrete lines
I think I might let my subscription slide

There's this song stuck in my brain
With the unrelenting pulse of the inane
And the words go tra-la-la
Tra-la-la-la tra-la-la-la la-da-da

There's a tick, and there's a tock
They pursue like Hare Krishnas while I walk
Storefront signs broadcast the time
I think I might let my subscription slide

There are words hung in the sky
That the crazy children hum while they walk by
Human souls on sale for dimes
In a game of chutes and ladders run by mimes

There's this voice, it won't shut up
Says I should spill my juice and overflow the cup
You've got rules, and I've got mine
I think I might let my subscription slide

There are rules, and we all subscribe
I think I'm gonna let my subscription slide