Jill would hate
That I'm like this now
Climbing mostly wreckage
High on Captagon
More than the mess
Was dealing with the damage itself
Here I am
Just holding my breath
Plodding through
The days with a gun
On a rope
Kicking stairs
We looked up
In perfect silence at the stars
We called each other names
Guide me into our future
I want space to be useful
There's a weapon inside me
Guide me in taking a stand
I was only playing in the sand
They diminished
The state to a zone
Like a city to a township
A village to a single home
They diminished
The state to a zone
Like a city to a township
A village to a single home
Their unused ammo is piling up
Their unused ammo is piling up
Eyes closed at the steel picnic table
High on Captagon
Firing at drones from the roof
The Moon turns into a disco ball
And all these dead bodies get up and dance
I'm flying over the town where I was born
Windows smashed in all the stores
There's black water under the factories
High on Captagon
A blue sky over the prison
High on Captagon
