The emptiness that we confess
 In the dimmest hour of day
 In Automatown they make a sound
 Like the low sad moan of prey

The bitter taste the hidden face
 Of the lost forgotten child
 The darkest need the slowest speed
 The debt unreconciled

These photographs mean nothing
 To the poison that they take
 Before a moment's glory
 The light begins to fade

The awful cost of all we lost
 As we looked the other way
 We've paid the price of this [bad word] device
 Till we've nothing left to pay

The river goes where the current flows
 The light we must destroy
 Events conspire to set afire
 The methods we employ

These dead men walk on water
 Cold [bad word] through their veins
 The angry river rises
 As we step into the rain

These photographs mean nothing
 To the poison that they take
 The angry river rises
 As we step into the rain