What's that in the background?
Is that the shadow of the pyramid we made?
What's that in the background?
The graven image of the mirror and the blade
Stranger to Violence
I never see the blood
But every day, something needs to die
For me to live, for my fantasy
And every day, the sky is not enough
To get me up, to sustain me
And offscreen, the severed head still rolls
Unblinking eye of the casualty
And when the frozen face comes to their shore
They'll get on board
Elsewhere, meanwhile, clean hands, stranger