“Portrait”
Some men imagine land
I sail around
Portrait from the back
Where the sun don’t go
We are the portraits from the back
A light of legions glows
In the harbor
A light of legions glows
I put the pictures out
We are the portraits from the back
We are the portraits from the back
Jettison the dead trees off the racks
I know, I know, we are the portraits from the back
no, no, no, no, no don’t forget to bolt the trap door lock yourself in
I am the see-saw
Wearing the armor
Wearing the armor, cold metal
I paint the acts of crowds, I turn the backs around
I turn the backs around
We are the portraits from the back
Put a vista down
I am the see-saw
Wearing the armor
We are the portraits from the back
I turn the backs around
I am the see-saw
Wearing the armor
We are the portraits from the back
Composed of pieces
We are the portraits from the back
I put a fist around the rope
I put a vista down your throat
“Paradise”
Give it to the freaks as they frown at the henchmen
Come along creeps to the town of redemption
Quiver in the knees shake it out near the fences
Picking up bones from the graves of the headless
Give it to the freaks as they frown at the henchmen
Come along creeps to the town of redemption
Living in the cities where the crowds beat you senseless
Landing on your feet but you dance like a deadman
Pick up the stones, pick up the stones, pick up the stones, split up the roads, pick up the stones, pick up the stone
Quiver in the knees shake it out near the fences
Picking up bones from the graves of the headless
Digging up a hole in the folds of the red smoke
Kicking through the floors with a gang in the alcove
Stick it in the goal looking blank and defenseless
Drawn to the poles like a magnet in a compass
Echo domes drone from the pound of the lockstep
Black and white suits snake around with their jaws clenched
Pick up the stones, pick up the stones, pick up the stones, split up the roads, pick up the stones, pick up the stone
“Birds of Prey”
Birds of prey repopulate
In the privacy of shade machinations stray
Warm blood’s dripping in the undertow
Saturation’s nascent, but I feel the heat grow
Through the stations, through the stations
Birds of prey moving up on me
Moving up on me, moving up on me
Birds of prey
Makeshift spaces on the concrete coasts
Ghost town gutters catch the sun and rust
In lanes adjacent to the bubbling swamp
Saturation’s nascent, but I feel the heat grow
Moving up on me, moving up on me, moving up on me
Birds of prey
Birds of prey
Moving up on me
Moving up on me, moving up on me
Birds of prey repopulate in the dirty shade, in the dirty shade
Pirate radio glimmers in the everglades
The lives align and navigate
To the stations, habitations
To the stations
Birds of prey repopulate in the dirty shade, in the dirty shade
Birds of prey repopulate in the dirty shade, in the dirty shade
Saturation’s nascent, but I feel the heat grow
Moving up on me, moving up on me
Moving up on me, moving up on me
“Terror Management”
Fear, it’s not outside of you
I know it’s locked up
Bodies drift up, subtle shift up
We keep it cuffed up for your own protection
Wound up on your back
Gonna get you gonna get you
We keep it cuffed up, we keep it locked up
Panic in the blood, blood, panic in the flood
Head spins in demented orbit, panic in the flood
Look for loopholes in the flesh and bones
Give yourself a body manifest a pose
Terror management, terror management, night terror
Terror management, management terror, terror management,
Terror management, night terror, night terror, terror management,
Terror management, terror management
Fan the flames, doom dissolves, rattle the chains
Wound up, wound up, on your back
Blackout, blackout, no way back
Eyes in the sun
Gloom and glamour is your clan
Soon these terrors won’t let you go
Wrench in the circuit
Gonna get you, gonna get you
Wound up, head spins in demented orbit
Wrench in the circuit
Gonna get you, gonna get you
Wound up, head spins in demented orbit
Demented your locks broke
Feel too much today
Oh no, oh oh
The denouement oh, oh
See yourself inside it
Terror management, terror management, night terror
Terror management, management terror, terror management,
Terror management, night terror, night terror, terror management,
Terror management, terror management
“No Man’s Land”
Talk to the wind in the trenches crouch
See a long shot fall on the arms alarmed
With the lights off
In no man’s land
Where you dread to stalk with the candles out
On the night watch
In no man’s land
Where you have to crawl in the camouflage and pull the crops up
With the lights out
Common property
A company man until your limbs won’t bend in the dugouts
Salvage run with the well trained mobs
Not a shrub left to hug
Not one dumb crumb that you starve for
In no man’s land
Where you head to crawl with the candles out
Pull the crops up
And we mop up rot with the lights turned off
In no man’s land
Where you head to talk in the camouflage
Until the shots buzz
Can it some because your head goes numb
If you shout too loud then the bombs will come and take your tops off
In no man’s land
Where you have to crawl in the camouflage
Pull the crops up
In no man’s land
Where you dread to stalk with the candles out
On the night watch, on the night watch