Become An Island

"Into the hills, the man made stone gods and brought fire to the villages
where villagers spoke different words and laid down arms before wicker cows and plastic cats
And the men from the hills knocked flat the city walls.
And lit thatched rooves and straw bails of flame.
They took the wives of the city-men and raised their children as their own and they became city man themselves.
Become an island.
Become an island.
Build palaces where your trailer parks stood.
And there are sea-beasts with teeth like stained knives and they'll vulture your bones clean and gleaming.
And we emptied the ice box and left only ketchup bottles and old sauces.
And we wore ourselves bare and cold mornings where breakfast was beer cans.
Become an island.
Your car car doesn't start anymore.
The money's run out.
Turn your hands to claws and your arms to pistons.
Become an island.
Find a magic melon in your heart to save yourself from yourself
In the motel rooms where you take a shower then watch the news and see olds, the bull born inside out,
His heart raw and beating,
Fear and blood-flecked eyes.
Become an island.
Breathe in slow but see a skull for every face,
Get fucked up and blame the drugs,
Get laid and tell your friends it was better.
Become an island.
you are -?-
Become an island.
Turn a blind eye to root work and see superstition as reason.
Breathe in fog and see paradise.
Become an island."