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Intravenously polite, it was the walkie-talkies

That had knocked the pins down

As their shoes gripped the dirt floor

In the silhouette of dying.

(Dancing on the corpse’s ashes…)

Yeah, they had plans for him

But they had spun the last of the pimps

Polyester, satin nailed, jewelery lips

While the guillotine just laughed again.

(Dancing on the corpse’s ashes…)

And the paramedics fell into the wound

Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant,

An anaesthetic penance beneath

The hail of contraband.

(Dancing on the corpse’s ashes.)

On my way,

Nails broke and fell

Into the

Wishing well.

Wishing well.

Wishing well.

On my way,

Nails broke and fell

Into the

Wishing well.

Wishing well.

Wishing well.

They had defected and been excommunicated

And all the pulses were subverted,

And they made sure the obituaries

Showed pictures of smoke stacks.

(Dancing on the corpse’s ashes…)

A vivid dissection that mocked

The strut of vivisection

A semi-automatic colony

And a silencing that still walks the streets.

(Dancing on the corpse’s ashes…)

In the company of wolves

Was a stretcher made of Cobblestone curfews.

And the federales performed

Their custodial customs quite well.

(Dancing on the corpse’s ashes.)

On my way,

Nails broke and fell

Into the

Wishing well.

Wishing well.

Wishing well.

On my way,

Nails broke and fell

Into the

Wishing well.

Wishing well.

Wishing well.

On my way,

Nails broke and fell

Into the

Wishing well.

Wishing well.

Wishing well.

On my way,

Nails broke and fell

Into the

Wishing well.

Wishing well.

Wishing well.

Intravenously polite, it was the walkie-talkies

That had knocked the pins down

As their shoes lay dangling on the dirt floor

In the silhouette of dying.

(Dancing on the corpse’s ashes…)

Well, yeah, they had plans for him

But they had spun the last of the pimps

Polyester, satin nailed, jewelery lips

While the guillotine just laughed again.

(Dancing on the corpse’s ashes…)

And the paramedics had fallen into the wound

Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant,

An anaesthetic penance beneath

The hail of contraband.

(Dancing on the corpse’s ashes.)

On my way,

Nails broke and fell

Into the

Wishing well.

Wishing well.

Wishing well.

On my way,

Nails broke and fell

Into the

Wishing well.

Wishing well.

Wishing well.

On my way,

Nails broke and fell

Into the

Wishing well.

Wishing well.

Wishing well.

On my way…

Dancin' on the corpse’s ashes…

Dancin' on the corpse’s ashes…

Callous heels,

Numbed in travel

Endless maps made

By their scalpels.

Scalpels.

Callous heels,

Numbed in travel

Endless maps made

By their scalpels.

Scalpels…

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