Testo di The Deadfall Triptych

Some days in the singing forest The trees whisper to each other Soon they know they will bear the weight of an entire town Certain faces give one lots to hate Certain voices give one cause to hang and so they hang This is not sardine packing These people look more like deadfall Amidst the toothbrushes , soap and towels After the cannisterman have gone Don't look now (but) here come the trains A shipment for replenishment, for every 60 days or so Fresh new labor for real punishment The past is constant, don't ask why Life lasts forever when you're dead inside And the breathless roar of the burning dead Fills your ears, haunts your head Broken, but forever young We'll die forever in photographs their nooses stilled our praying tongues and now our ashes are our cenotaphs How vast is this martyrium? How much bigger will tombs become? Where we go, may you follow