DARK GOATS HEARD THRU THE SHADOWS AND STREETS

THEY SPARE THE DETAILS OF OF THE FEET THEY'VE STEPPPED ON

TRUST NO ONE AND CONSIDER THEM ARMED

HOOFED IN BURBERRY AND POSION

THEY COUGH STARS TO THE SHADOW MAN

AND STARS FALL UP INTO THE BAGS OF DUST AND CHROME

AS ACID WASHES THE PYRAMIDS

WE WATCH THE CHILDREN BECOME ALL THAT IS