Knife Wound

March behind the symbol of an iron horse
Folded in it, far away somewhere
Give yourself to war machines and cancer whores
Crazy, but we all have been prepared

Distance is a funny thing to keep you from
Everything you know to be the light
And all the sinners flock around a tribal drum
And every sinner cuts his hand at night

The old men wear this feather here to weigh the truth
Curtain closes earlier tonight
Drug out to the lost-and-found, they buried you
Deeper than a scar made with a knife

Distance is a funny thing to keep you from
Everything you know to be the light
And all the sinners flock around a tribal drum
And every sinner cuts his hand at night

I'm not scared
Of all your fucked up mind control
Won’t steal my soul

I'm not scared
Of all your poison, plastic-coated
Coal-eroded nightmare

Your nightmare
Your nightmare

March behind the symbol of an iron horse
Folded in it, far away somewhere
Give yourself to war machines and cancer whores
Crazy, but we all have been prepared

Distance is a funny thing to keep you from
Everything you know to be the light
And all the sinners flock around a tribal drum
And every sinner cuts his hand at night