ashes of ancients
the nations repainted
the chain gang chatelaine
changing the station
the theme song playing
the anthem of normal
the horrible fanfare
the horns get distorted
on a public announcement
the towns are impounded
where order resounded
cowards towered around it
power line buzzards
surveilling the night
talons in flight
the fake horizons ignite

banality lives where hysteria kills
civilian jungles with malaria pills
animals bleed to buy a star from the night
avenue kids wear a scar like a stripe
send up a signal to the heavenly rescue
when the poison's coming from the person you're next
to
let the voltage of thought pull the plug from the
wound
cos if the soul is a symptom the condition is you

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we know its a letterbomb hand me down
this thought is a perjury blindfold
when she crawls from the himalayan highway rain
with her birds of prey and her weapons on the fire



she?s riding a land slide down to me
she?s cutting the shackles off of me
she?s shaking the dead birds from the trees
she?s takin the only air I breathe

iron lungs and a plate glass sermon
don?t call it death on the installment plan

she pulling the armor from my back
and raking the coals over the tracks
and taking the knife out from the stack
she?s bringing the blood that I had back

she?s coming to see its all a sin
coming to see the sun again
coming to wash it off again
coming to see her self again