Paroles de Clockwork

I close my eyes, but I'm never sleeping

the dead up dancing in the front room

repercussions, bloody noses
innocence in jail denims

all dressed up in plastic bags

the doctrines work like magic

the suburbs asphyxiate on panic

the murder's systematic

ten digit figure spent deploying this militant dismemberment

I hear it's ten a day, that's ten today

so in death it ends just how it begins

the casters of these stones I'm sure are model citizens

the poison is pouring from the planes so
there is no fucking war to win

the casualties pile up on both ends

one thing you can be sure they'll never do

sacrifice revenue for you