I'm alone in the house
The power is dead
I've done all that I can
To keep track of time in my head
But what I think of as day
Is a twilight away
I'm just a shade of grey
In a black, black bed
And a prayer could be water
It could fill in the gaps
And a thousand Muhammads
Uncork a thousand taps
But somehow I am dry
And from the corner of my eye
I see real worlds die
When they're drawn onto maps
There's a shadow that fades
In and out with the light
I pretend it's an angel
I pretend it's a satellite
And I know of course
That somewhere there's a source
Taking color by force
Dragging all into white
Now the shadow is moving
And it looks like a fist
And the darkness is connecting
With a pugilist kiss
And I'm flying and I'm reeling
And I'm seeing through the ceiling
And the clouds are all revealing
More and more as they twist
Now it's a wolf, it's a bullet
It's a mother of ten
Now it's a boulder rolling
From atop the mountain again
Now it's coercing the unwilling
It's insidious, instilling need
For sex and love of killing
All the children of men
Now every meaning is a ghost
Each number, a clown
Because the blades of the engine
Keep spinning around
Never reaching the center
Knocking but they don't enter
Pulling from what is meant
Or projecting fatally unbound
When the shadows stare back
Tell me what do they see?
Is there a burning bush, a lion
Or a hammer in me?
And tell me is it arbitrary
The images I carry?
Between Marx and Mary
And the shadows and me
Yes the shadows are moving
And I'm scared to know why
Yes, the shadows are moving
And we're all gonna die
We're all gonna die
Yes the shadows are moving
And I'm scared to know why
Yes, the shadows are moving
And we're all gonna die
We're all gonna die

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