Lehavoth

Bondage

Lehavoth
Lights are gone
Empty city
Grey is the scene
Neon is the divine act
The plastic is real
Its part of your life
Its part of the culture
It’s the taste of your life
No strings attached
No need to bond
James is on his way
To save the world once again
From the present evil
Lurking in the shades
Of unpopularity
The sword of changes at hand
A threat to the cultural ascents
Carved through the times
To give it a distinct look
An image like never before
Never mind the thorns of mediocrity
Never mind the shaky foundation
As long as the order is kept
And the routine is back on track
And we buy and we sell
And accept and swallow
Till the last cup
So what happens next
When the writers are gone
And the new creative hand writes a new tomorrow
Will they only have the courage
To wake up to a world…?
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