Album : The Information
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Ashes and pictures
The nations repentant
The chain gang shepard playing chief of the station
The theme song playing an anthem of ?
The horrible fanfare the horns are distorted
The public announcement?
?
The ? buzzards ? in the night
Talons in flight
Fake horizons at night

? on the loose
? where the stereo killers
? jungles with malarial pills
Animals bleed ? in the night
? wear scarlet and stripe
Send up a signal...to the heaven they rest?
when the poisons come up from the person they're next to
? pull the plug from the wound
''cause if the soul is the symptom the condition is you

We know it's a letter bomb hand-me-down
This thought is a perjury blindfold
When she crawls from the Himalayan rain
Where the birds of prey are weapons on the fire
She's ridin' a landslide down to me
Cuttin' the shakles off of me
Shakin' the dead birds from the trees
She's taking the only air I breathe

Are you lonesome the plate glass summer
Don't call it the death of me it's all a plan
She's putting the armor on my back
Waving the coals over the tracks
Taking the knife out from the stack
She's putting the blood that I had back

Comin' to see it's all the same
Comin' to sing the song again
Comin' to wash it off again
Comin' to see herself again
Comin' to see herself again
Comin' to wash if off again
Ashes and pictures   The nations repentant   The chain gang shepard playing chief of the station   The theme song playing an anthem of ?   The horrible fanfare the horns are distorted   The public announcement?   ?   The ? buzzards ? in the night   Talons in flight   Fake horizons at night      ? on the loose   ? where the stereo killers   ? jungles with malarial pills   Animals bleed ? in the night   ? wear scarlet and stripe   Send up a signal...to the heaven they rest?   when the poisons come up from the person they're next to   ? pull the plug from the wound   ''cause if the soul is the symptom the condition is you      We know it's a letter bomb hand-me-down   This thought is a perjury blindfold   When she crawls from the Himalayan rain   Where the birds of prey are weapons on the fire   She's ridin' a landslide down to me   Cuttin' the shakles off of me   Shakin' the dead birds from the trees   She's taking the only air I breathe      Are you lonesome the plate glass summer   Don't call it the death of me it's all a plan   She's putting the armor on my back   Waving the coals over the tracks   Taking the knife out from the stack   She's putting the blood that I had back      Comin' to see it's all the same   Comin' to sing the song again   Comin' to wash it off again   Comin' to see herself again   Comin' to see herself again   Comin' to wash if off again