Buried in the Bedrock and Concrete of Our Cities Lyrics

if not actively reminded constantly forgotten from horrific to the everyday first as tragedy then as farce sharpened dulled in
rapid succession across generation back in familiar territory butt-deep in furthest reaches standing in the orange clay by ruins
of foundations flashing glimpses fragmented horizons the obelisks peak cloaked in fog reaching up drop of blood shining on
a sword piss cum and bull hide ten months in the soil collapsed the grave my womb may god fear any children I may help
bring into this world for evil they will be in body and mind earth sun and dead moon they will honor inspired by disgust in
laws of man their arts will be made up from a world beyond madness from a life all find worth living barbed wire cut down
with the fence well hung on the gallery wall tarpaulin plastic streamers color and frame