Cold Brains

Cold brains Unmoved, untouched, unglued Alone at last And no thoughts No mind to rot behind A trail of disasters A final curse Abandoned hearse We ride disowned Corroded to the bone The fields of green Are bent obscene I lay upon the gravel And a worm of hope A hangman's rope Pulls me one way or the other A final curse Abandoned hearse We ride disowned Corroded to the bone A bird of song Is heard no longer In the evacuated heavens And the drain is drawn And drained and gone And all and all it doesn't matter A final curse Abandoned hearse We ride disowned Corroded to the bone