Extra Life Coming Apart
I cannot hear your voices anymore, my dearest friends
Repeating magic words, gesture and ritual
Chanting irrational to different gods
Idiot gods
I see too much, no turning back
The walls of the chapel, I see the cracks, and now I'm
Coming apart
Prayers of the blind, rites of distrust
The eye of contagion, vision's poison touch, and now we're
Coming apart
And I won't speak the language of the war
The walls have ears, hearing what they want to hear
My brother wears a wire, my sister's watchful eye
Document my evеry thought, they're mounting their casе
All day cold war
Every day cold holy war
