What's the matter brother, does the drought got you down?
(open up the bomb shelter, sweep it on out)
Sing to the ocean in the afternoon haze,
Up the iron pillars, rise in the waves.

Andromeda is weeping. inside one teardrop swims
Brave useless in training less a millimeter

Descending the ladder Boots on the surface, triangulating command and control No visible life signs Lower the vehicle and the medical drones Cold iron, blood red Persephone, do thee wed? Morta

I'm not sweating any consequences I do what I have to do just to get on by There's no sex appeal in guilt nor anger Ain't it enough, ain't it enough to provide? Economic casualties My blue-bloo

I see that lantern trimmed low burning in our home
And though I feel like crying, I swear tonight, I'll cry no more

How many times have I prayed
That I would get lost along the way?

Dream with the feathers of angels stuffed beneath your head
The regulator's swinging pendu

Met my girl on a dinner date Uptown movie, not back too late But saxophones and cocktails had other plans By Roland Kirk's three golden horns Sol Invictus thrice reborn Now I see the truth Jaz

First thing that I did, was buy a pack of smokes
Check in to a motel and consult my horoscope
Sitting on the bed, with a briefcase in my hands
Patiently awaiting any word from my command

Telekinetic, dynamite
Psychic warfare is real
You better believe me brother
X-r