Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

There is no still point in all the Universe, and that is the rock upon which I stand

Thursday, January 02, 2014

Bring us more opium


hold our hand, we're bombing the natives
jack us off, back at the base
say a prayer before the planes take off
let's wipe our asses and get out of this place

i saw the mountains high above the indus
the gods no longer called the place home
we traded rifles with a wandering prophet
he wore his sandals like they do in rome

(chorus)
we're here, right now
in the daylight
no prayer, no separation
no more crying in the night
we got a name for weirdos like you
we got a reason to fight

fuckin' a, the land is 'a plenty
we can't see to the margin beyond
we were driving to the edge of the desert
we were shooting the shadows that hound us along

(chorus)
we're here, right now
in the daylight
no prayer, no separation
no more crying in the night
we got a name for weirdos like you
we got a reason to fight

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