Testo di Clockwork

I close my eyes, but I'm never sleeping the dead up dancing in the front room repercussions, bloody noses innocence in jail denims all dressed up in plastic bags the doctrines work like magic the suburbs asphyxiate on panic the murder's systematic ten digit figure spent deploying this militant dismemberment I hear it's ten a day, that's ten today so in death it ends just how it begins the casters of these stones I'm sure are model citizens the poison is pouring from the planes so keep your eyes down this is the kind of rain that burns through the skin there is no fucking war to win the casualties pile up on both ends one thing you can be sure they'll never do sacrifice revenue for you