Transfixed by a distant chaos Locked inside a violent womb I witness what's foredoomed Amid seven in a subway car Tearing towards a country Emblems drenched in darkness Twisting their faces from me With the innocence watching To see what's on the table We will debauch and debase them Then be sickened by their sins Blank books and baby bastilles In steepled business buildings They manufacture messiahs Through sentient corridors Just roomfuls of foreigners Transfixed by a distant chaos Locked inside a violent womb That's sung from a sacred wound