Abandon your senses
And the sentences trapped in your mouth
They're just rational for a paper trail
Of actors distracting me
Tear out your circuits, all you robots
All you highly paid chess machines
There is no answer to the questions
Under your wiring

There is one opening move
In talks of disarmament:
We'll forget nothing

Leave your possessions by the front door
And we'll burn them in effigy
Call us from nowhere on a pay phone
And reverse all the charges
You're going somewhere in a second hand
Worn out philosophy
I wish you harm
Every night
Every night of my life

There is one opening move
In talks of disarmament:
We'll forget nothing
I can see you walking away
I can hear you catching your breath
In my own way, in my own way
I wish you harm every night, every night of your life