So much slower than our march they flew
Our guardian angels who would now hear
The [bad word] words
We would march across the plains and burn
down all green and live
So bulletproof it was

So courageously we invented the night
Drank the bottles dry
Engineered the sand and with godspeed
Sent it moving across the fields
and closed down the blue sky
So bulletproof it was

The roads traveled
And the ones ahead
And [bad word] To the miles grown inside us

And every detail
Of life's machinery
Out on display
Down to the lovely shadows that fall

And every detail
Of life's machinery
Out on display
Down to the color of the eye

Upon this sodom we have built