The Disaster Chorus

I saw the birds wake
Singing to the fake dawn of the assembly line
In the orange wake of pollution
The city winds us up for another revolution
Threw the birds off course
And me too
I woke singing

Isn't it real as any illusion is?
As deluded and ambitious as the viewer is
Isn't it a hot red pity
That the city is so filthy
But it's so warm and gruesome and business

These skies fly the flags of hard working industry
Reminds you of when we were
A gang of men
All wrong then
Wrong setting
Reminds you of us thеn
When we werе a gang of men
And the chorus rose us daily from the dead
It rose us daily red
The bird chorus is building
Hitting the city's ceiling
Is this music, or just me moving and confused?
Unconscious morning maybe
Wrapped in sheets of Cleopatra
Don't take me from it
Don't make me wake for this fake

I believed in the beat of the birds
Heard the chaotic cries of climbing high up
Faraway days of moon men
And how lucky they are with just no one singing
With no one ringing
This is a halfway house
Halfway safe
Half awake
And me too
I woke singing
The tune of a key I thought dead
I woke singing
The disaster chorus