Geneva's Gone

Geneva's gone, like forgotten songs
In a country sleeping warmly in the night
We believe Exxon, and we play along
The water getting blacker as we fight

Geneva's gone, like a faded song
An extra-legal table-turning dream
Where one record speaks and another dies
Writing memos that are never as they seem

We will hear again in the years ahead
You've no memory of these many crimes
But these microphones tell of missing bones
And cameras capture weapons in your mind

Geneva's gone, like a foreign song
Just how many held you cannot say
And when organs fail, it's a small detail
Your pious eyes are showing no dismay

We will hear again in the years ahead
You've no memory of these many crimes
But these microphones tell of missing bones
And cameras capture weapons in your mind