Looking down on the planet the hands cupped around it are   Tired the horror turns the oceans red and sets the sky on   Fire the ants pour out of the iron cages and sever their heads   With a clip scrambling down a world of cement all grey and   Drowned in the spit the world is red and we see in technicolor   The screaming comes through in five point one   So we open up and open up each other   Until the hands seal it up and we come undone   The world is red   And we see in monochrome   The crying becomes a sublevel frequency   Just a hum, and endless drone   Makes no movement inside of me      I'm carrying a cross with a rope and jumper cables   I've given it seats and wheels   I lie and say it's up on my back   And I'm washing the dirt with the blood from my heels   But the cross isn't gold or lit up with fluorescents   Just cut from a tree, and ugly in essence   Cuts tot he bone, and impales my heart   Up in space the lights are laughing   Led by the star of morning   Hurls himself down into the blue   And turns us all red wherever we are      The northern lights show us violence in space   The way out is not up; touch the ground with your face