My body is a cage This union is a cage About a cage, about a cage And this, and this town too I'll see you once in a while but I can't be seen with you This place is a narrative mess A floor of tangle of bedsheets and battered sundress The ink has dried in the well The journey once was consequential You're sequential Sequential Sequential Sequential
When will you silence your hounds? The eldest sons to the alter of the Eternal Sound
Their blood is spilled at the dawn A nation bound to your will Still a violin plays on
Plays its devotional song Once it was, once it was so essential You're sequential Sequential Sequential Sequential