We wake up in the west in pieces on blank screens a requiem for radio we've been singing in our sleep the chorus will laugh it off with hearts buried
The hours spin and turn around and mary mother runs aground the ocean comes to meet her feet and begs for birth from falling trees sounds of water sounds
Marilyn in white silence a sister for her and me and you fill blank space beneath dead weight when she's in the room she laughs just like falling angels
In the pictures she's been moving black and white and cherry red drawing thin lines between our lives black and white and cherry red the tightrope dance
Everyone i know keeps waiting for the choke we do damage we don't see just by chasing down the things we need sweet jealousy this is a picture of me
Blank stares that kill faces i know we watch the soldiers count the dead is this all we are savage in our grace with muted hearts and victory lace we
Hand me down sorry you don't know the sleepwalkers are coming around it's time for us to go now time for us to go now you won't keep your secrets as
painless there is always blood here's a lie i confess every time i gave less how else could you love me with every part in between stuck along blood red seams a lifetime of smoke screen
When the last light goes out in the west and the east gives up in a flash of heat in the darkness of a new dawn rising we'll give the world to machines
did not know That history grows up like a weed Doctrine pinned upon it Bars across the window destroy human being Static mind solidifies Can no longer
words that have no meaning, I try to paint a picture in my mind of how things used to be. As you say your speech, the blank static screen is trying to
the words that have no meaning, I try to paint a picture in my mind of how things used to be. As you say your speech, the blank static screen is trying