Drone Before Parlor Violence

Fog of breath from a sick dog
An empty brain won’t sleep tonight
Feel us, feel free
Nothing new, left without
Help us stay as sterile as sand
As face drags down a cracked runway
Feel us, feel free
Nothing new, left without
Feel us, feel free
Nothing new, left without
To know the end
And then again
To know the end
And when we’re all in touch
With all reason
We feed the light
Until our dead
Skin blows apart with all
(Its) frantic glee
In a rowed collage
(An) explosion of gore
We leave from now