Badlands Story Prologue

Hello, and I'm sorry
A salutation and a farewell
I don't have much time

This Times New Roman is gonna
Fly through my fingertips
Like a plague of moths
The hollow black letter shells
Crunched into the ground
Like the skin of a cicada
This is all that's left
And you can do whatever you want with it
Keep it to yourself
Or let it serve as a warning
This city is disgusting
A corpse of what it used to be
The people are filthy, gluttonous
Ruled by the power exchange of sex
From the hands of the
Proletariat to the bourgeoisie
The tops of the skylines buzz
With the lackluster enthusiasm
The ground level is caked in
Dirt and rust and grime
And the people that dwell there awake and rub
The filmy layer off their lukewarm eyes

There are some here I love
Some who fear me
And some who wish I was dead
I didn't ask for this no one asks for this
You're born into it
You grow up oblivious and sheltered
And one day the evil realities
Of this place hit you
Square between the eyes like
A perfectly aimed bullet
If this were a movie
I would ride off in some blood red
Sunset down a stretch of desert road
Into the wasteland that keeps us captive here

But this isn't a movie
These are the Badlands