My body is a cage This union is cage about a cage about a cage And this, and this town too I'll see you once in a while but I can't be seen with you This place is a narrative mess The floor a tangle of bedsheets and battered sundress The ink has dried in the well The journey once was consequential Now: sequential, sequential, sequential, sequential
When will you silence your hounds? The eldest sons to the altar of the Eternal Sound Their blood is spilled at the dawn A nation bound to your will, still, the violin plays on Plays its devotional song Once it was, once it was so essential Now: sequential, sequential, sequential, sequential