Walk with me into this wretched place
to sift through refuse left behind by careless gods
heaped upon the altars we built to them
and strewn over the halls of their cathedrals...
How full of fear are the streets tonight
How heavy the air with the smell of it
And still over it all flies a message between lovers
Come and meet me at the death of day...
Timeless is the message on the airwaves
We listen unceasing to the simple words
That leave the air shimmering
And lights in our eyes, a faint glow of red
Or maybe they’re just bloodshot...
Torment until the light of this world goes out
The message scratched into the head of a nail
Drive it in, pull it out, repeat the process
Until our skin is like a minefield after war...
Wrapped in a proclamation to the world
Within anthems called out across the rooftops
A whispered command waits to be discovered
Hidden between the blood-spattered pages...