Transfixed by a distant chaosnLocked inside a violent wombnBrood into frenzynI witness what’s foredoomednAmid seven in a subway carnTearing towards a countrynEmblems drenched in darknessnTwisting their faces from menUbiquitous marketnWith the innocence watchingnTo see what’s on the tablenTo see what it’s costingnWe will debauch and debase themnThen be sickened by their sinsnBlank books and baby bastillesnWill follow hollow hymnsnIn steepled business buildingsnHousing holy banksnThey manufacture messiahsnUpholding human ranksnBack stair descentnThrough sentient corridorsnPresumed escapesnJust roomfuls of foreignersnDizzying signalsnAnd fleeting flashesnHave led me backwardsnThrough dream and ashesnTransfixed by a distant chaosnLocked inside a violent wombnTransformed to a newborn chorusnThat’s sung from a sacred wound