The March Of The Elephants Lyrics - Lawrence Arms

The cistern burns 

with the sisters who learn 

that certainty burns with a fist 

the cyst of this growth is a hope 

(against hope) 

that I loathe, and steel my self to resist. 

I am an animal, unprepared. 

A club in a drawer full of silverware, 

I'm under there and breathily holding. 

Her underwear is deserving a scolding. 

Disgrace is the color of red that you're looking for. 

I'll be wearing that working convenience store. 

Oh. 

Fuck all the garbage in unforgiving piles. 

The landfills stretch out for ten thousand miles. 

The cities wear a badge that differentiates 

but it's the same exact shit that the dirt and sea hate.