shuffle into
crowded bar
you can feel it
when the people start
pure electric
memories fade
in the hazy distance of the days
cross the river
carve it out call it in
in the river there are bloody towels
cross the river
carve it out call it in
in the river there are bloody towels
barely detectable
by the scent your on the farm
through electronics
electronics erased databanks
across the river
the smell of burning