From the left shoulder of a nation; from skies lacking the mechanisms of death; from the burdened bellies of wrought iron angels [bad word]  we drop. Were bombs
And were inhordes of us, scraping over the walls
There is no darkness so deep that we cannot paint it present
There is no cause so bleak that we will veil in vain
We are the rains army, dispatched in vein and we course
Dead [bad word] through. Ink and pigment splattered on barren ground
Swords aloft. Screaming battle cries in all tongues lost
The old blood boiling over timeless ideals
We are staining every soul present enough to look up
Go home scarred and tattoo the sound all over your body
For these sun-dipped blades herald brighter [bad word] Once that gray lump you call a head is sliced clean off
Once a benevolent president tears open your cheek
tongue [bad word] flopping out
It will lay on the ground licking brown slush off our frozen streets
Then it will die. Your love curdled already besides
I'll kiss your hand, but you won't see the smirk beneath my lowered eyes
Nothing-king get wise: all my children are carrying knives
More pressure more fire more peace more vibe
More people more free more heat more live
More voice more feet more song more rise
More echo more cloud more test more sky
No quarter no vote no power no vice
No king no vision no womb no right
More signal more move more center more light
More pressure more fire more peace more vibe

How about a little warhead in your abdomen? Ooh! How about a stain? How about armada is to javelin what battle is to game? Oh inverted world I'm thinking Nobel Prize, because the marriage of pre-emption [bad word] was mine. I prefer a phallus to a circle every time. I prefer to make a beat that wipes a village from the map. I prefer a fallen payload when it's dancing on your lap. Are you perverts having fun yet? it [bad word] out gray and matters less with each sunset [bad word] a bomb. The sound above language. The sound off-kilter with casualties pending. The sound of patented death. The action-packed ending. It's not sarcasm. Were training eyes. Hands where we can see them. [bad word] in the sky. Asinine lies for assassins in need of motives for making that human ink bleed. Champions, fly
Calling all living. Affirming all dreams
Screaming all [bad word]  As real as it seems
Rescind those explosions. Get up off toes
Kids are at attention tending towards prose
Smolder at shows, shoulder [bad word] Dirty old bushmen your season is waning
Sorry about peace big xxxxxxx bummer
Ignite a new kind of soul fusing father and mother [bad word] the heatnuclear summer