Moloch - Zapruder

Tough my lips are swollen

My throat filled with blood

I can still say your name

And still call for The Flood

We are fighting so obscure

Beneath the lonely moonlight

And the street calls our name

Repeatedly tonight

Our thoughts are plastered

On the miserable walls

Of this lowering bud

This Monster of a city

I wish our words

Were of any use

I wish we could reach out

Before they shut our mouths

We have no friends

We have no lovers

We’re facing dead ends

It’s for the better

You don’t wanna join us

We’re headed in a wall

With our eyes wide shut

And our faith on stall

But the pavement has worn us

Down to th' essentials

Out of strength we howl

Starving hysterical naked