Your Reichstags Are Burning

Your Reichstags are burning, the fine clean smell
your dozens of dollars remain in your hell

bounded by the space between a matress and a minute before three

answers at night are not what they seem

The punishment's coming, the hoofbeats approach
the mighty empty their pockets they leave for the coast

The once-forgotten is today's powerful fact
train leaves the station headed to the crack


why are we wondering how we got to this show

The answer so simple, it decides not to go

They refused to accept less than they dreamt

Colsons of Days To Come

solid o days your wonders do not cease

west you look and never return to peace

oh colson's of the future we await your chains

your dollars, creased and dirty, your no-turn lanes

For the prisons await your brothers who run our ways

their names to adorn casebooks to come of later days

just as certainly they title nightmares of today

What To Do In Case Of Fire

What To Do In Case Of Fire:

Act quietly.