Cancel your thoughts out forever
Milk it and strain it to residue
An insult that dilates forever
Passing from history that's made from arrangements
Of cordons and tannoys in symmetry
Rivers run with your sons' blood
All the marshals are dead
Cancel your thoughts out forever
Milk it and strain it to residue
An insult that dilates forever
Passing from history that's made from arrangements
Of cordons and tannoys in symmetry
Spring breaks in ranks and in boulevards