Destoying the Haiku Spirit Lyrics

The bell jar descends
it fits the whole country in
and the sour air sweeps through the passionless streets
with an obscured view you
conform to consume you
head off to bed, save your questions for the end
(repeat 2)
The fresh air ascends,
leaving you trapped within this strip-malled town but the
moneys all run out, what will you buy now
buy now

the waves push and pull the sand
till your footprints are swallowed by the land