The State and Its Love and Genocide

The state and its love and genocide
The varied pressures of its caress
Onto certain bodies
Onto helpless bodies

The state and its love and violence
The varied pressures of its defense
Onto certain bodies
Onto helpless bodies

And o, how it rained last night
And in the morning, between the mounds
The puddles held the sun
Where the birds sipped the puddles were crimson

And o, how it rained last night
And in the morning, between the mounds
The puddles held the sun
Where the birds sipped the puddles were crimson

And all across the world was holy dark
And all across the world was holy dark
We're carried by the drift
We're carried by the drift