when the powerful hoofs
of the riot horse break
the place in your chest
that covers your heart
fire at them, men
with all of your might
just be sure that you don't
recede into dark
in the dream of the lamb
there's a hint of a wolf
and a cloud in the shape of a rifle
every droplet of rain
is a tracking device
every orange on the tree is an apple
there's a voice in our head that cannot be controlled
and a cop in the streets
with a hammer
bury your thoughts under mountains of code
and bow at the feet of the camera
when the sun hits the roof
and the fly rests its wings
and the blood hits the back of your shoulder
better sink like a man
to the end of the blade
soon you will return as a spider
that is not our lord
it's a falling drone
of the riot horse break
the place in your chest
that covers your heart
fire at them, men
with all of your might
just be sure that you don't
recede into dark
in the dream of the lamb
there's a hint of a wolf
and a cloud in the shape of a rifle
every droplet of rain
is a tracking device
every orange on the tree is an apple
there's a voice in our head that cannot be controlled
and a cop in the streets
with a hammer
bury your thoughts under mountains of code
and bow at the feet of the camera
when the sun hits the roof
and the fly rests its wings
and the blood hits the back of your shoulder
better sink like a man
to the end of the blade
soon you will return as a spider
that is not our lord
it's a falling drone