Found in the Flood

The air raids at night are keeping things serene The president's men are closing in on me And the crosshair grin you hold me in still does not propose an argument convincing me to shed to Devil's clothes Electrodes to spine Tonguing my wounds clean T

the sky blistered red, shots ring overhead i'm scaling walls that the soldiers built to muffle out your screams the message was mislacted, misconveyed, incinerated in the wake of war, just listen for the flood the arthritis in us all is choking me ou