Mechanical Hound

these paper bones
broken in the ruined swarm
of bullets spent like words
when i didn't want that war
but here comes the clash
and slowly this hand's unarmed
while ghosts of bone and flesh
burn darkly in the haze
this tilting world devours every day

she doesn't sleep
her warm scent of batteries
and haunting morphine cry
out of the dark she screams
she'll bury charcoal nations in the stream

enoch's prize is still made of fire
blind but led by scents and faint alkaline
i breathe the air rising here off of the flames
and i suffocate

unashamed with half a heart
i'm left no breath to talk
when i stop and hesitate
but it's too late for second thoughts
be brave and cold now
be thorough in your hate

and enoch's prize is still made of fire
blind but led by scents and faint alkaline
i breathe the air rising here off of the flames
and i suffocate, yeah

her pale dawn will fall apart
and while i'm paralyzed
i'll wait while my end is born
the ruby glass and copper wire
say mortis has a start
and this begin ends in fire