My garden is quiet
The dead are alive
They're hurting for feeling
Their heads touch the ceiling
The gla** is all broken
The landscape is wasted
The pa**ion devoured
It's nearly the hour
The sky is collapsing
The walls are so tall
The ground is all twisted
I'm eating my sister
The colour is reddening
I can't go to bed again
I saw you flicker on a picture
I saw you attacking a man
In Vietnam
The hour of decline