Draw Japan

Butcher the paper, a ravenous pen Carving out trees and scoring skin Animals too placed in plastic cages Carted around these filthy pages I will draw Japan I will draw Japan I will Specters holding scepters with fingers thin Empty vessels a*serting we are still king, we are still king Black stuff running like nosebleed danger Swarming towards the source of the noise I will draw Japan with fervent hands Black cells depict a foreign land, draw draw Japan Sleeping city emits no sound, in this compound No beast walks in this compound No beast walks in this compound I will draw Japan with a ravenous pen Hungry for oil and iron tin, to you're left a concrete factory Smoke billows, fists punch, victory And my hands start shaking and Japan starts shaking And I begin to draw out Japan In the shape of a man Seen rushing through a market town Through the compound No beast walks in this compound No beast walks in this compound No beast walks in this compound No beast walks in this compound