Dreamtime linen Dragging tremor Shadows eat all I remember Silver gaze robotic Engine pulse narcotic Saw her from the co*kpit Just before the missiles hit Black-winged angels coming down They are coming to your town Chiseled leather-face technician Barometric detonator Slabs of fat piled in the kitchen Mother is a traitor Bamboo in the roses Border in our sight Eclipse never fades Flame consumes the night Cold gray stone to cheek Touchwish pressure seek Wounded beast in a gutted crescent An evil past A hollow present We will know where you have been We can smell your starving sin