Acted situation Cheap shadowplay, sold expensive Triumph of a dying culture Rotten core Surrounded by the Faceless circle stream Rolls like the boom Of giant granite cylinders Exposed victims and their hopeless runs Breathe in dust with a boot in the
I saw his face, on every channel His slogans in all the papers I heard people, repeat his words I saw them shouting, his flag in their hands I saw him making promises I heard him talk about life But I saw his fingers too They were crossed behind his
Shining metal Arc of light Red eyes Smell of fear Deep cut Red stream On white skin In slowmotion Stop time Close your lips Keep the word Lay down and sleep With bleeding heart I'll take you away Save you from The claws of time Die by my hand, Die by