Loco Flow

Every other thing I hear around so tormenting Seems like our realm is ending, bending back to the beginning All this pain can't be measured and where's the light in this tunnel? Take me out in a stretcher, out of the water and back into a drought Not enough going against the grain, they're launching missiles at crossed purposes again Crossing the same paths, denting the same ground A merry-go-round A four-dimensional burial ground Everything we need is right here Why fight over the soil if we can't fight over the sun?