Behind shaky worship heaves a bitter moon

Mother wit and street smarts bloom

Things fall apart the center cannot hold

Women on rockets and the men all follow



There might not a file but they're keeping tabs on you

Oil on water and the turd in the Louvre

Turncoats smile and then they grieve

They dig your grave shallow so you can breathe



Into thin air

Into thin air

Into thin air

Into thin air



The yellow sun will someday smolder red

Cords and cables, steel and concrete lie useless and dead

No worms and blood, bones and hair

A paste less shell powders into thin air



Into thin air

Into thin air

Into thin air