Circuit

Past places I’ve already seen,

Where in the last thirty years,

No one has turned it off, green

To be made before my wire sears.

Now, do it again.

//

Everyone’s seen my face through bolted glass

But none of them know what I look like

Because they don’t have time to look at their class

When they should be maintaining the cracking dyke

Now, do it again.

//

It’s raining again today.

And together, they all drop

Down the window to play.

But I can’t watch the race. This is my stop.

Now, do it again.

//

All of these bricks are dead.

No wonder the place smells so bad.

For thirty years, on us it has bled.

The transistors of a system ironclad.

Now, do it again.

//

Input, output, that’s all that matters to anyone.

Even when you’re alone, even if someone dies.

Don’t do it. Don’t do it. There’s work to be done.

They want salt from our elbows, not from our eyes.

Now, do it again.

//

It’s so blurry, I can’t see anything.

They don’t want this type of salt water.

I can feel them about to cut my string.

I need to stop before they choose me to slaughter.

Now, do it again.