Drying stains nSpell things in words uneasily nIn crowded pens nA drying mouth's final hiss of growing limbs nFaster than the skin nArrows pointing to the thunder of the tanks in vacant lots nnDown dark pathways nSpecial paintings line the wall nThe ghastly glow of broken saints nThe cheeks of working flames burn blue nAnd spit out words - see what we've done we stayed up all this life for you, and now you owe this much for good nHere on your shoulders till we're nnWhen at first it's all in fun once nnWhen at first it's all in fun once nWhite's misshapen eyes glued shut then nnDrying stains nSpell things in words uneasily nIn crowded pens nA drying mouth's final hiss of growing limbs nFaster than the skin nArrows pointing to the thunder of the tanks in vacant-nnWhen at first it's all in fun once nnWhen at first it's all in fun once nWhite's misshapen eyes glued shut then nnIn words nIn pens nIn limbs nFaster than the skin nSick limp of tin on tongue nShoulders pushing through nCut line In waves of blue hiss of growing limbs nLive ice in dreams of tin nAll in crowded pens