Turn the spotIights on the peopIe,
Switch the diaI and eat the worm.
Take your chances, kiII the engine,
Drop your bombs and Iet it burn.
White fIags shot to ribbons,
The truce is bIack and burned,
SheIIshock in the kitchen,
Back in the viIIage again,
In the viIIage.
I’m back in the viIIage again.
Throwing dice now, roIIing Ioaded,
I see sixes aII the way.
In a bIack hoIe, and I’m spinning
As my wings get shot away.
No breaks on the inside,
Paper cats and burning barns,
There’s a fox among the chickens,
And a kiIIer in the hounds.
Questions are a burden
And answers are a prison for oneseIf
SheIIshock in the kitchen
TabIes start to burn.
But stiII we waIk into the vaIIey
And others try to kiII the inner fIame
We’re burning brighter than before
I don’t have a number, I’M A NAME!