Intake
A room to wait
A form to fill out
Dull doubt,
malaise
Sleep tight and
never let it show on your face.
Placate, loosen their grip
you never had the guts, you had everything but
keep it locked and shut and just learn to behave
a model slave.
They keep a record of errors
They keep offenders at bay
Converting dollar amounts for getting excellent grades.
Analyze your motives
everything that you say
Keep an eye on your actions
Take you out of the game.
Hear the fading clamor, marvel at the dawn,
memories of amber, extracted from the sun exploding.
Worship bullets grazing cheeks of fabled lords
the holy blood runs thin, salt stinging their tongue
in a terrible win.
Hear the fading clamor, marvel at the dawn,
Obscured by smoke they stand, ash smudged in their squint,
poised and aiming
Worship bullets grazing cheeks of fabled lords
A boot plants its claim, in a terrible win, a terrible end.
The edges of plots begin in a terrible end, terrible win.
Probably the best way to open a Wild Powwers album. It's short, sweet, it builds, it's energetic. The opening salvo of lyrics sets the tone for the whole album. Jameson Calantoc