pollution skinny where does it go its gotta keep adding up i see the chimneys every day the smoke never stops it never stops i know ill go in there one day and see 10 million burnt bodies but i dont know what they are because they're ashes crushed by a machine tortured by the universal apathy burnt, barely left alive by the loneliness and the fact of the matter that shatters nerves even today i go to the shelter and watch burn victims play content around echother, its the only place they feel safe while stupid doctors treat stupid patients in a far away place we'll all turn to ashes, we'll all turn to dust, there are parts of us that never go away. many generations later, kids will walk on there grandparents remains. orchards grow over forgotten cemetaries, a tree in the forest noone hears falling. but here and now, the cars are still running and the factories dont close down, we're content in the city walking by with a burn victims peeled skin in the wind, brushes on your face, and you dont notice because its something microscopic. the world's messed up right now. 040726 ... andru235 the factories have multiplied perhaps it's time they're villified our happiness has not gone up we take a pill and sip from cup the gross pollution spreading round as policy, is hardly sound if happiness is what we seek we'll find none at polluted creek 050101 what's it to you? who go blather from