SWORDS AND CLAY

TODAY I STOPPED THEM
FROM OUTSIDE LANES
INTO OUR SUN
DELAYED THE COME DOWN
TO WAIT IN STYLE
FOR THE KILLER STUNT
THE GLOWING EYE BALLS
THEY'RE STANDING STILL
BUT THERE'S NOTHING AROUND
I FUELED THE CHAINSAW
MY ARMS ARE STRECHED
BUT THERE IS NOTHING

TAKING OVER THE STILLNESS
FROM OUT OF SENCE AND KILLS
TAKING OVER THE STILLNESS
FROM OUT OF CAUSE AND CHILLS
I'LL BREAK MY HANDS FOR THIS
THE HOURS PASS
AND I STAY AWAKE

TODAY I CHASED THEM
FROM OVERSEAS
IN SWORDS AND CLAY
CONNECTING STICHES
INSIDE THE HEAD
WITH PAINT TO SPRAY
THE CATCHING OF SHOULDERS
WILL MAKE YOU TWICH
ALL ACROSS THE STAIRS
I CHOOSE MY TARGETS
MY EYES ARE CLOSED
IN THE CROSSING