There's a Scratch on Our Arm

There's a scratch on our arm
A collective groan
Clean shaven

Like a satellite fell
With rhythms too hard to spell
Clean slate invention

In the last moments
Of a universal orgasm
They flash before our eyes

Repeat and then resort
To violence in uniforms

If we can't agree
Our collective conscious being
Will be washed away

Will the gloves come off
Watches and rings and all
From a question to a thought

When the history is told
Written for each of us
Pleasured to not know

Repeat and then resort
To violence in star-spangled uniforms

Creation is sown
From necessity and bones
An escape from what we know

And the artists and crooks
Sling their bated hooks
Pull us out of our wet tombs

Float up once again
Natural empty and innocent
Recreate what we once fought

Repeat and then resort
Down a violent path of blood and war

And for as long as we have known
From the Holy Roman Empire
A fight for endless growth

And it's hard to spell out
Without preaching of my doubts
But I'm anxious I am scared

So as I leave these walls
Listen to me once and for all
I don't know where this will go

Retreat and then reform
We're not gonna win this one