Poisoned hollowed townies 
Wallow on the corners 
Take the power lines back home 

Burn the tallied autos, 
Count the highest collar 
Take their woes and daughters home 

No burden kept, in calling lies 
This is our time to feel 
Just hardened heads to realign 
This is our time to kill 

Leave our hallowed county 
Wade into the waters 
Piecing puzzles on our own 

Age in patient autumn 
Paying no mind to quarrel 
Wash the colors from the board 

No burden kept, in calling lies 
This is our time to feel 
Just hardened heads to realign 
This is our time to kill 

phone line, a deft touch, a hard look, this wasted luck 

Till the day I wouldn't hold out, know that I won't