You’ve been keeping your distance
Infected as I am
I’ll come wounded and careless

Crawling back to you
Crumbling down under spotlights
For I am weak like you

Scent of placenta
We’re heading back to the source


The houselights fade out
A perfect warm death
The worms have crawled in

And made us who we are

Radio out

Dancing to a silent tune
Stand up and shout
For all we are is innocent

Turn the lights out
This could be the final hour
And we’re on time


I see hundreds of faces
Staring back at me

An armory of human shields
To protect me from the truth
The truth as I never told it

For I’m a liar like you
Nothing quite like a transplant
To erase the past


Tie your blindfold
This could be the final hour

And we all count.