Song from a shopping Mall

Rude awakening
from the embrace
of a sleepy sun

Your hand searching in vain
what you see is around you again

deepest soils rise from the deep
for a question that never had a sense

and i lay down
and i lay down down

for an innocence that never comes
in a universe that seems undone
give me some reason for a new whisper
where the water is like bleach

In this waste land
of thousand mirages
you believe that you have an answer
for a wrong dilemma
and when you look at the sky
stars say

What question would you make to your creator?

Numbers are falling down
in a binary section of heresy

i lay upon the hand of the creator
with the wrong answer