Shrill of trumpets on the countryside
There's a patron looming left and right
Tell me are you running far from here
Cause his robe has covered us to die
We're singin'
There's a straight loud shot that was the start of it
You awoke from sleeper's glowing kiss
And the thick old tree of Mnemosyne's song
Set the snakes to hide amidst
They're hissin'
Lay down all luminous in Osiander seas
Faye with her evergreens
He will guide through your streets
Take the hard white pills that made your daddy rich
Or the soft dream plaints of moving lux
Yet the far young feigns from fingernails of fear
Mark the sand and bend that river up
It's flowin'
As I lay my mouth against the soggy earth
And a boot pressed heavy on my head
So my lungs once used as corridors for air
Invited liquid into them instead
I'm hummin'