the colonel
Grab your rifles, man the gates.
There’s a tribe of wanderers coming, annihilate them.
Spoils of war will soon be yours.
There’s one running, get her in the leg!
Now drag her to me, I’ll laugh while she begs.
Spoils of war will soon be yours.
The Colonel will take care of you, he’ll feed you and bring you in.
Cast off your burdens my sons, let your hearts hear only him.
I was a decent man once, three kids, a model wife.
A satellite hookup, a fat and happy life.
But when the fire rained, and the wound cried, a beast was born and a decent man died.
A monster was made, and a decent man died.
Hush up now child, I’m doing this out of love.
The Colonel will take care of you, he always does.
Lie, cheat, kill. I should’ve been a pair of cold claws just scraping my way across this earth.
And every last angel wept to see the devil give birth.
Don’t be frightened son, I’m a man, same as you.
And if you saw the apple hanging, your belly full of desolation, you’d have eaten it too.
in a grave
Salvage fragments of your soul.
Keep some semblance of control.
Pilot this plane in to land, don’t mind the shaking of your hands.
I belong in a grave, where I can sleep for days.
Mainland coastal Japan.
Atoms getting out of hand.
Did you notice, we’re hopeless.
I belong in a grave, where I can sleep for days.