Jill would hate That I'm like this now Climbing mostly wreckage High on Captagon More than the mess Was dealing with the damage itself Here I am Just holding my breath Plodding through The days with a gun On a rope Kicking stairs We looked up In perfect silence at the stars We called each other names Guide me into our future I want space to be useful There's a weapon inside me Guide me in taking a stand I was only playing in the sand They diminished The state to a zone Like a city to a township A village to a single home They diminished The state to a zone Like a city to a township A village to a single home Their unused ammo is piling up Their unused ammo is piling up Eyes closed at the steel picnic table High on Captagon Firing at drones from the roof The Moon turns into a disco ball And all these dead bodies get up and dance I'm flying over the town where I was born Windows smashed in all the stores There's black water under the factories High on Captagon A blue sky over the prison High on Captagon