Armageddon Days

歌詞

Spirograph desert cities turn every geometric cheek Against the dusty affections of a dying spider's creek As the rumpled chino desert waits for its creases to be raised By the hot steaming earthquakes of armageddon days The ground takes a shadow from a plane below the sun And lays it in the scar of what a distant sea has done As the warm pipe-smoke mountains harbor both the blues and grays Cleaving lakes with the bayonets of armageddon days Any blue-vein road could one day disappear Into the ankle of a mountain should one choose to appear And where there's sand there's mud just as where there's hope there's haze And always, it's the towers of armageddon days Boats die on the water, forever linked at seam With their own sterile reflections, and the brief light in between And lakes, like puzzle pieces thrown off in a rage Frame all of the fields of armageddon days The smallest trail a wanted man can leave is flight away on stilts Along the line where the mountains must give way to the quilts That are made of crops, and salt flats, and dust bowl fields raised To the holding tank of purgatory's armageddon days So if a star can be evil and a cloud can be a sieve Then couldn't time, being distance, change the very way we live? And if Satan finally loses on revelation's final page Then why is everyone so afraid of armageddon days?