Guernica

Wash your lies over my dead eyes tonight
If I was blind I would advocate your tongue
Souls collide in a little smile that dangles off the bloody clots
It breaks the civil war in my head

Well heres something for your kids
Something for your kids
I'll scream into the microphone

Looks like the summer is no easier to find
This hull is creaking like the cross that nailed our lives
And it seems to me the waters running free

Looks like all the eyes are dropping from the heads
We are headless chickens in the wilderness
And it seems to me the blood is running free