Business booming for hungry ghosts,
Do you think about the ones we choose?
Minds of metal molding castes of clay.
Glazed and shaped to suit their time and age.
And we still haven't learned quite yet.
How their silver tongues turn to led.
How they've built this house on mounds.
Mounds of sand in the tide of day.
So lay your faith at the feet of war,
And cover everything in blood and oil.
Cause nothing's good beyond utility,
Stars and stripes, spangled they are indeed.
Like fault lines, it's obvious where the fault lies.
Divide and shift. The stone and rose both live in dirt like we do. The stone and rose both live in dirt and see you. In everything we've felt. In every single cell. We resemble a circle.