Lesson Four: Watching Radar

the jukebox, plays its third crecendo.

to balance it all out.

to let the wolves come into

our houses to feed all of the children.

a story for their hearts, to worhip them with stone.



This difference between ourselvess

it's buried in the past



Rhetoric frozen cracks the wound

Rewritten and forgotten

"Now that I, tying thy glass mask so tightly"

I have seen it all.





This difference between ourselvess

it's buried in the past

This innocence which we will sell

it's expanding our own height.



Running for cover, walls cave in deeper.

Surrounds all the sound from the ears.

your reason is not one for complaining.