Paroles de Black

Jdams slam down zenith angles Beelining on the painted men Soaked in fire The oscilloscoped cowls Unerring in their selection Probing with strobes Evoking a response Driving insomnia Diving through a pall Huddled against Jet black amnia Scent of blood in the water Transmit in the waves Tunnel past The chum line Closing on the prey Both ends against the middle At the top of the food chain Your spears dipped in urine To kill what we eat One dead step back into gray Narcolepsy frosted infra-red In freshly napalmed wake Absentee ratio churns The hanged man's song fills in the blanks