Place, Pt. 2: No. 18, Beneath the Ruins Are Older Ruins

Beneath the ruins
Are older ruins

I need a million mouths to say this, but I only have this one
A million bright ambassadors
Of mourning mothers' Sun
As if each cloud were testament
Of trials yet to come and yet the sky was clearer than its memory
Earth as my hard drive, sky as my witness

I need a million mouths
I need a million mouths
I need a million mouths
I need a million mouths
I need a million mouths
I need a million mouths
I need a million mouths
I need a million mouths
Search Engine, find Indian
All things traceable, language that self-corrects, I need a million mouths
Control-Shift population
Press buttons, take lives
Press keys, pull triggers
Shake hands gain confidence
Poison by touch
Quarantine those you infect
Fire cannon, introduce modern warfare
Put his money where my mouth is, holds my nose
The body slides across the floor
I need a million mouths
I need a million mouths
I need a million mouths
I need a million mouths
I need a million mouths
I need a million mouths
I need a million mouths
I need a million mouths
I need a million mouths
Just saying this, but I have only this one
A million bright ambassadors
Of mourning mothers' Sun
As if each cloud were testament
Of trials yet to come and yet the sky was clearer than its memory
I need a million mouths
I need a million mouths
I need a million mouths
I need a million mouths
I need a million mouths
I need a million mouths
I need a million mouths
I need a million mouths
I need a million mouths
I need a million mouths
I need a million mouths
I need a million mouths
I need a million mouths
I need a million mouths
I need a million mouths
Just saying this, but I have only this one
A million bright ambassadors
Of mourning mothers' Sun
As if each cloud were testament
Of trials yet to come and yet the sky was clearer than its memory
And yet the sky was clearer than its memory
And yet the sky



Credits
Writer(s): Ted Hearne
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