Poisoned hollowed townies
Wallow on the corners
Take the power lines back home

Burn the tallied autos,
Count the highest collar
Take their woes and daughters home

No burden kept, in calling lies
This is our time to feel
Just hardened heads to realign
This is our time to kill

Leave our hallowed county
Wade into the waters
Piecing puzzles on our own

Age in patient autumn
Paying no mind to quarrel
Wash the colors from the board

No burden kept, in calling lies
This is our time to feel
Just hardened heads to realign
This is our time to kill

A phone line, a deft touch, a hard look, this wasted luck

Till the day I wouldn't hold out, know that I won't