M60 Dub

We have been worthless
We have been safe
In minds belittled by the threat
Of our own ice age
A fall distorts us
And where we’ve been
Rewriting bastards as contenders
Sight unseen
In place of angels
Butchers hands
Too wide to fit through
Doors of virtue, blame, demand
Blame and demand
We count for distance
From human nerves
We count for all the things we take
That we don’t deserve
All contradictions
Will make us stand
To fake the end as the beginning
Blame, demand
Blame and demand