We see the vipers of distance

Crawl into our lives everyday

Breeding our Eden’s of hatred

Pathetically stupid and unkind

We couldn’t look a saint in the eye





On the storm

It’s time to go

On the storm

It’s time to go





Marching in lines of contradiction

Forgetting the history we make

Loving our hangmen as the penultimate joke

We lack the Moses . . . to look

A saint in the eye