BERG QUARTET EP II

On Dani Compose

Glorious Weapons

There’s a cavalry living inside of me
I need to snipe at where the fires be
They need me be what I need to be
That’s what my government said to me

The children are all poisoned, bad
I kill them, make no noises, drag
We burned an orphanage, hospital, flag
So many grounded, body bags

They need to die; they’re dying slow
We’re marching where the pious go
This war will get me out of here
This place will get me out of here

I drink all day, I smoke all night
I’m future made of genius waves
I’ve seen all manner of crazies paved
Every single bullet has my name

Every single footprint is a grave
Every baby dead is a baby saved
They built a fog to make them sick
We built cemeteries made of sticks

Brain Roux

Skyscrapers up, give a cause to run to
Red, red rain; the kind of stuff to load a gun to
The sniper’s high, he’s got a thousand things to undo
He’s the king of this city- got a future that’ll stun you

I dare you times ten, go pick his brains
The arms of god come down like falling cranes
He made a new Rome in a cradle of pain
Get your mom on the phone; things you wish you could change

He’s a racist, people racing to paint
Now we’ll all be red or we’ll all be paid
See the ocean’s a slab; what’s he looking at
Got your mom on the phone; doesn’t know your name

Everything’s drawn dead, overdid the red
We’re just passionate people; don’t know what we said
I love to love the sky but all I see’s this guy
All he says is “die, die, die, die, die!”

We’re humanity red; we gave him all he needs
To kill us, all we really want is to bleed
It’s good, but it needs to be on our hands
Our plans; we wring our fists up at his demands

Govern Thy Neighbour

I’m getting out, I’m getting clean
A different sort of man machine
The next town over
Gargoyle at my shoulder

Lowering some missiles
Soldiers and their whistles
Another breed of issue
Made of dirty perfumed tissues

I’m never going back there
The bony king of nowhere
I hate that fucking city
Something here smells fishy

Govern thy neighbour
Another lifesaver
The jaws of a shark that are
Sanded and tapered

A hilltop of nothing
A hilltop of nothing
The sidewalks are glowing
It’s always snowing

Cold pills and faces
Trapdoors and mazes
Echoes and patience
The white coats and patients

You don't get rich quick
You get richer quick
You don't kiss the sky
You kiss a preacher's dick