General Doom got another leg caught He was arming kids, begging for artillery shells to kick around And building white crosses to commemorate the martyrs' brigade In the Red Crescent-bearing ambulances It's better than working in the mines all day One vehicle down We were praising the Lord when we heard the report Of the trucks and the cranes and the double-yellow lines And the fear and the love and the violence dissolved We're told that we've learned a great deal And we're told that your loss is collateral cost And stochastically inevitable And the price that we pay for breathing, but we defy Punk Haitians kicking under concrete Charge their phones and send another text feed to the flotilla And it's out, but time's not a disease It's an ordered state. It's a firm substrate It's a shocking priceless wasteland And it's where we'll raise our kids and get lost and defy Letters, pixels, texts Crystallize and mutate Patterns amplifying forever