|
Come to Q quarters |
|
We're watching heads of state from here |
|
Sticking their Fabers |
|
Deep into the empire's ear |
|
Moulding the conscience |
|
Severe in every secret sworn |
|
Now take the cuckoo and revel in your image born |
|
Push through the high ranks |
|
Bulldoze sacred heritage |
|
Instinct finds shelter |
|
Cowering in the foliage |
|
Detour reservoirs |
|
Flood a city pretty please |
|
Lost in petroleum |
|
Fueled to fill the empty seas |
|
Obsolete children |
|
Their populations died en masse |
|
Concrete civilians |
|
Statues to the house of rest |
|
Washing down bodies |
|
Seems to me a dead-end chore |
|
Floors me completely |
|
Beauty drips from every pore |
|
From every pore |
|
From every pore |
|
Q quarters |
|
Q quarters |
|
Q quarters |
|
Come to Q quarters |
|
We're watching heads of state from here |
|
Sticking their Fabers |
|
Deep into the empire's ear |
|
Moulding the conscience |
|
Severe and every secret sworn |
|
Now take the cuckoo and revel in your image born |
|
Q quarters |
|
Q quarters |
|
Q quarters |
|
Q quarters |
