On the horizon
The fields burned with in-tents-city
What have we learned


Just how much more easy it is to kill then to love
How much more easy it is to take then to give

So tell me why do we live

For a little piece of what is mine

As supplicant twisted tine
Times we bought ourselves with ease
The mimes we paid to appease


Play your part in this cog-stifled wild
Opinions ravaged our hands full

And hog-piled

I brought a lamp of illusion

Let's cover ourselves in it's light
In it's coarse then we bully ourselves bright


Left up to us
We call it, don't remind me
Something that leaves the taste sweet

And in the mouth pockmark lined

Love, ho, tell me how we know

If you don't stop and
Look down when your feats go too slow
And tell me what we got now

Or now
Or even then