When you kill their sonar in your sleep,
You will find your mouthwash stolen,
Fed to birds as part of a TV show.

Still, polluted waters run deep
Through the time lost in the gutter
Where the echoes bounce with increased speed.

Born an eccentric asshole.
And to maintain his control,
He must recover the shock.
Green talks. Amphetamines walk.

When you aim, focus on the water's edge
Cause that's where the wale's head will be
By the time you catch your breath and fire.

Your pink, candescent harpoon
Reflects the light of the moon
Which hangs aloof in the sky
Dull as an old servant's eye.

You till the line between sweet and creep,
And your contracts always come back cracked and crooked
Like the architecture.

For want of better words, I'll say
That it's the easiest way.

U.S. Nero -- The Truth the Living Know

Fifteen minutes of improvised music.

Personnel:
Matt Gross: drums
Jaciel Beltre: bass
Michael Kunz: guitar

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