Blind Cities from Escalator EP by Crisis

Malcolm wakes up in his shed
The birds are singing in his head
Outside rubble sits in heaps
Cars are burning in the streets

But there’s nothing to see here
But there’s nothing to see here

David sits at the factory
Thinks about what he can’t see
The foreman bribed him for his vote
But it all seemed so remote

But there’s nothing to see here
But there’s nothing to see here

Sheila wails at the city wall
That towers high above us all
Beats her fist upon the surface
No way into that edifice

But there’s nothing to see here
But there’s nothing to see here

Trains are speeding through the fields
Houses fall and children steal
Glass and concrete tower high
Above what’s left of you and I

But there’s nothing to see here
But there’s nothing to see here

• Punk
• London