Bar Night II: Ignorance of Situation Sleeping

White glove basement
let your children drown
White glove basement
in a southern town
Leave your mothers to the sacrifice
and lay your holy head down

White glove basement
every day is the same
White glove basement
your heroes are insane
Leave your brothers on the battlefield
you now have another name

White glove basement
the chairman's desire
White glove basement
lift your phantoms higher
Leave your crosses in cathedrals
and your shame inside the fire

White glove basement
oil coffee stained
White glove basement
the affection's feigned
Leave the mold to rot in silence
on the bench in the jungle caned

White glove basement
on a bench in the park
White glove basement
rain in the dark
Leave those demons in red lights
that escape the combat spark

White glove basement
soldier eyes cast down
White glove basement
all the pictures are brown
Leave the victims in blood rags
and get the hell outta town

White glove basement
one more time again
White glove basement
I will have to pretend
Leave the Jaguars in chains
and liberate their den

White glove basement
water pour the earth
White glove basement
know your final worth
Leave your fortune in brimstone
it has been there since your birth

White glove basement
mask the stapled fight
White glove basement
with a rock and kite
Leave the torture to the anglos
they warp every written right

White glove basement
yellow wolves and bone
White glove basement
in your birth home
Leave your shadow to the serpents
as you lie there all alone

Infirm in the Country & Lost in the Brick

Stretch the fortress dry and run the cable short
I've been dried to the cedars in an indian fort
earth gods and elves and a seductive evil sort
I cry and bleed blood on these leviathan streets
I dance with draconian brides and share their american cohort
I dance in pickled gaze at the strings of the heart beats
in the hall of the elders where vikings cure the meats
and carve long boats with stories of ice and great defeats
and with winds of a thousand words they crumble into doom
while you sell london critics immaculate seats
they walk slowly past the stained glass electrical room
where inside blooming crowns spit whistle and assume
that their atheistic veins may turn blue gold on a nameless loom
stuck between graveyard motors and expanse of thought
where hanging on the crossroad is the mistaken potted groom
to all these brag emotions take point that it was you who sought
to strangle closed the road where I was stuck and caught
in wraps and nets and thighs and veiled poison fraught
in chains cast iron cord shackle locks outstretched desert posts
release in sweet grains and with weapons few i fought
I will give the blessings of the hosts
given through chaos and the fire gates of ghosts
where mighty in their pitch torture boasts
of the never ending humiliated ionic court
and damned raise drinks for one more of their toasts