The bodies on the naked on the low damp ground. In the violet hour to the violent sound. And the darkness the blinding the eyes that shine. And the voices singing line on line.
Love for the party, love for the nation. . And love for the fix, for the fabrication. . And love for the corpse, for the corporation. . Love for the death and for the defecation.
See a body and a dream of the dead days. A followin' of lost and blind. Livin' far from here. Tomorrow is a hard to find. And it seems like twenty five years of promises and give me more.