Zim takes a walk through the city, and observes the worse of human life. Enjoy another songfic.
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Open Your Eyes
By Sanoon
Song: Open Your Eyes
Band: Staind
Album: Break the Cycle
As I walk along these streets
I see a man who walks alone
Just an echo of people's feet
He has no place to call his own
A shot rings out from a roof overhead
Crack head asks for change nearby
An old man lies in an alleyway dead
A little girl lost just stands there and cries
Zim was walking down one of the many streets of the city for his 'information gathering' mission. GIR was walking along side of him. Zim had to do all of the information gathering because GIR couldn't focus long enough to be of any use. They were walking for hours, observing the humans. Zim saw many things that he could only find in a backward society. A homeless man was walking through an alleyway, collecting discarded pieces of junk. He was covered with dirt. He was a reject from society. Zim shook his head in disgust.
Zim thoughts were interrupted when he heard a gunshot from above. Zim looked up, and saw an empty shell cartridge fall from the windows overhead. He watched it hit the cement and roll off the sidewalk and into a street drain. A man walked up to Zim. He reeked of drugs and ale. He asked Zim for money, and Zim quickly pushed him away and continued on. GIR threw him a dollar.
As they were walking, Zim smelled something. A familiar smell that reminded him of battle. The smell of death. Zim glanced around to find the source. After a few seconds of searching, he fount it. An elderly human was lying in a distant alleyway. He was lifeless, and everything of value was picked clean off of him. Zim was observing the corpse for a minute, thinking about how horrible human society was, before a sharp sound brought him back to reality. A cry for help. Zim looked around, and saw a small girl, all alone, crying. Zim continued on walking and acted like he couldn't hear her.
What would you do, what would you do?
If it was you, if it was you
Would you take everything for granted like you do?
Irken society was perfect. There were no homeless citizens. Everyone was well supplied. As long as they were for the Empire, then the Empire supported them. For Zim, and every other Irken, there was no other way of life.
A boy just 13 on the corner for sale
Swallows his pride for another hit
Overpopulation, there's no room in jail
And most of you don't give a shit
That your daughters are porno stars
And your sons sell death to kids
So lost in your little worlds
Your little words you'll never fix
Zim continued walking along as GIR was smiling blindly at his surroundings, and waving to some of the people that they passed. The two came to a corner intersection, and stood there, waiting for the streetlight to change. Zim noticed a boy, taller than him, but considerably younger. He was standing at the corner, leaning on the support beam for the streetlights. Another teenage girl walked up to him, and talked to him for a few minutes before handing him some money. The two walked off down the street, the girl slightly in the lead.
On the other side of the street, a man came running down the sidewalk. He ran by a girl and knocked her over. He didn't stop, but just kept running. The girl stood up, and realized that her purse was missing. She started screaming for help, but none of the people around her chased after the man, or even bother to acknowledge her existence. There were just so many humans on this planet. So many of them resorted to crime, and the worse part is; nobody cared. Zim shook his head as the streetlight changed. The two crossed the road.
They passed a video outlet, and a man came out of the store brandishing an adult video as he happily got into his car. Zim sighed and the two continued on. Further down the street, Zim saw a kid who looked about 17 standing in an alleyway. He was dealing drugs to younger kids. Zim shook his head, and continued on. These people were so ignorant, and so out of touch with reality. It sickened him.
What would you do, what would you do?
If it was you, if it was you
Would you take everything for granted like you do?
Human society was so messed up. They didn't care for each other. They killed each other over such trivial things. They used each other to get what they wanted, and then discarded ones that they called friends once they've gotten all that they could from them. Zim didn't understand why the humans bothered to try to enjoy life.
You turn away, you turn away
You turn away, you turn away
As I walk along these streets
Soaking up the acid rain
From underneath the taxi cab
I hear the streets cry out in vein
Rain clouds started to form in the sky. Zim took notice of this, so he waved down a taxicab. Zim entered the taxicab, followed by GIR as it started to rain. Zim told the driver where to go, and laid back in his seat. He was observing the rain hit the window, while GIR had his face shoved into the glass. Zim sighed as the taxi cab reached his house. Zim threw his money at the driver, and bolted towards his front door. The rain felt like acid on his skin. Zim ordered GIR to watch the house while he went into his labs. Another observation mission completed, yet nothing new was learned. Zim started to doubt if there was anything to learn at all.
What would you do, what would you do?
If it was you, if it was you
Would you take everything for granted like you do?
What would you do, what would you do?
If it was you, if it was you
Would you take everything for granted like you do?
Hmm, makes you think, doesn't it? Moral of the story: Help out whenever you can, and don't turn away from those in need. Hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading, now review please.