Statuesque Mess
We are built of photographic trash
Bent all the wires back
Bare eternity
Living on TV

I understand the pain
You can't explain
I’m in the line for mine

I can't stand the wind
And it begins
We're always cancelling out
Decades apart

The way the cemetery trees
Feed off the bodies
Galloping on the dimes
Creeping mirage
Small talk between the wars

Enter a photograph
Suffocate through
When I see you stumbling out
I give you a shout
Bury the pony
Heavy metal sheets
I understand the pain
You can’t explain
I'm in the line for mine