Cold Brains

Cold brains, unmoved, untouched, unglued

Alone at last

And no thoughts, no mind, to rot behind

A trail of disasters



A final curse

Abandoned hearse

We ride, disowned

Corroded to the bone



The fields of green are bent, obscene

I lay upon the gravel

And a worm of hope, a hangman's rope

Pulls me one way or the other



A final curse

Abandoned hearse

We write these songs

Corroded to the bone



A bird of song is heard no longer

In the evacuated Heavens

The drain is drawn and drained and gone

And on and on, it doesn't matter



A final curse

Abandoned hearse

We ride, disowned

Corroded to the bone



A bird of song is heard no longer

In the evacuated Heavens

The drain is drawn and drained and gone

And on and on, it doesn't matter


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