I live in a place where the horizon rises up to meet the sky
And a dead lake lies fallow underneath a burning sun
In the houses people dream what life would be like without a tally
In the houses people dream what life would be like shadowless
Cities by dead lakes and million miles of barbed wire
Come to the altar and lay down your numb consecration
Sorrow, desolation
There's never shelter for me in the halls of the righteous
All preserved corpses and mummified dancers
They are all gentlemen
They only kill by common consent
Everywhere I look all I see is famine
A famine of form instead of feeling
Everywhere I look all I see are blanched bones
And a loud starvation that drowns out the cries of the holy
There's no shelter for me in the halls of the righteous
They're too busy anointing themselves in their finest
After all, they're gentlemen
They only kill by common consent
They are all gentlemen
They only kill by common consent
She stands like statue of a deer in the moonlight
Listening to the sound of a faraway band only she can hear
The wind pours down the canyons to the lakeshore
And the ancient trumpets cry
Mute applause and no perception
No perception of these mountains upon mountains
