Day Eighteen: Enders - Trap Them

Tell your children to run for their lives

Past the memory loss, past the first and most

Past the bleach at dinner toasts

That sprint to kill us vital throats

We slid by all the hillside diamonds

Lit the lamps, killed the lights

Broke the backs of tanks and suns

And put the pends on ice the always-devoted were told

To detonate all the contacts left and right

Before the wires touched, they gave up all they had

«Goddamn, we’ve finally broke

Goddamn, we’re finally broke.»

We’ll do anything, anything but run and hide

There’s no one home, we’re dead on four feet

Deaf to defeat and we’re all ready and waiting

We’re all ready and waiting to be burned alive at the stake