Axiomatic

If and when my voice was splitting
We fall to come to get with you
Cracking heads that smile refracted
A song slips past a cage—the rent gets paid
Never felt so sane
We fall to come to get with you
Something in the gut is tearing
A uniform for mocking freedom
If and when a well lit coffin
Rumors of a new dawn breaking
Take you name
Never felt so sane
We fall to come to get with you
A pile of bread and a heap of blankets
An x-ray of a hand that's signing
A lease on life between the badges
The vehicle is fit and sterile
Brave like eggs
Never felt so sane
We fall to come to get with you
We're in the maps—we're in the phones
We're in the waving hand tuning the reflector
On the identification cards
We're in the tire tread—we're in the filament
To give us confusion
To state the obvious