Welcome to the Peel Region
The friar is fired
Songs of his passing ring out on the lyre
He clutches his nose and says
Oh! I'm so tired
A whisper too low to be heard
Integral nation
Null integration
Two-headed patient
Split in the break-room
Pillows of bone
To comfort the heads
Mouths spewing lead
On thanato-beds
Close the door when you leave
Look to the screen
Reality truer
Than eyes alone see
Empty sockets
Accessorize
Remote controls
And flasks for eyes
Bring barrels and kegs
Of fire and legs
Plug into the heads
And swallow the dregs
Two sides of brain
Together in vain
Which way do you cut
To salvage the sane?
Tear it apart
Even the heart
Destroy the triangle
For a start
A thousand screams of silence ring
Close your mouth and keep your head
Come to realize the holiness
Of remaining dead
Until the Romans dig you up for one last dance.
Songs of his passing ring out on the lyre
He clutches his nose and says
Oh! I'm so tired
A whisper too low to be heard
Integral nation
Null integration
Two-headed patient
Split in the break-room
Pillows of bone
To comfort the heads
Mouths spewing lead
On thanato-beds
Close the door when you leave
Look to the screen
Reality truer
Than eyes alone see
Empty sockets
Accessorize
Remote controls
And flasks for eyes
Bring barrels and kegs
Of fire and legs
Plug into the heads
And swallow the dregs
Two sides of brain
Together in vain
Which way do you cut
To salvage the sane?
Tear it apart
Even the heart
Destroy the triangle
For a start
A thousand screams of silence ring
Close your mouth and keep your head
Come to realize the holiness
Of remaining dead
Until the Romans dig you up for one last dance.