Poisoned hollowed townies
Wallow on the corners
Take the power lines back home


Burn the tallied autos,
Count the highest collar

Take their woes and daughters home

No burden kept, in calling lies

This is our time to feel
Just hardened heads to realign
This is our time to kill


Leave our hallowed county
Wade into the waters

Piecing puzzles on our own

Age in patient autumn

Paying no mind to quarrel
Wash the colors from the board


No burden kept, in calling lies
This is our time to feel
Just hardened heads to realign

This is our time to kill

A phone line, a deft touch, a hard look, this wasted luck


Till the day I wouldn't hold out, know that I won't