You’ve been keeping your distancenInfected as I amnI’ll come wounded and carelessnCrawling back to younCrumbling down under spotlightsnFor I am weak like younScent of placentanWe’re heading back to the sourcennThe houselights fade outnA perfect warm deathnThe worms have crawled innAnd made us who we arennRadio outnDancing to a silent tunenStand up and shoutnFor all we are is innocentnTurn the lights outnThis could be the final hournAnd we’re on timennI see hundreds of facesnStaring back at menAn armory of human shieldsnTo protect me from the truthnThe truth as I never told itnFor I’m a liar like younNothing quite like a transplantnTo erase the pastnnTie your blindfoldnThis could be the final hournAnd we all count. n