Из альбома: Identikit

Sentry opens like we’re breaking yellow tape at the scene
Something criminal
Beyond obscene
Caught just a glimpse with all the rubberneckers rocketing past
Perpetrators all refugees
It is archival crime
Queued for the fire this time
And push the pace to race against all the faces in this identikit
We’re frozen listening to the sun
Waiting for new kinds of light to come
So little heat from whatever we set ablaze
Burning so bright 'cause all the kids need effigies
The time has long since passed to stop
Just drop this role
Self-immolation: only heightening a certain relief
And I was never even warmed by the glow
It is archival crime
Try on all ears and all eyes
And push the pace to race against all the faces in this identikit
We’re frozen listening to the sun
Waiting for new kinds of light to come
So little heat from whatever we set ablaze
Burn through the features and never see the face
Consumed by the known
Escape routes are closed
Nowhere to go But we still run
Snap to fit
To this identikit
Snap to fit

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