No Weeping Melts the Armor

As long as the pulse of life beats in you

That striped sunlight sound
As the bullets thud into flesh
Visible to the world, no secrets, way it is
For God almighty, get the corpses out of sight

Talk of strength, health and beauty
Arrange these little symphonies for the kids
Today all I see - shoppers and surfers
Where's edge and the fucking dreams, I'd say?

Pure action
On the edge of a catastrophe
No weeping melts the armor
A single tortuous line

Suffocation, heat, ecstasy and pain
Shaking hands with the funeral director
Flares from fireworks, a dying cigarette
Silk and cocaine

Fuzzy flowers, dead rubber tires
Rats, cats and crack homes, tech-fixes, self-hacks
Watch the clock go tick tock tick tock
The voice of suffering nature

Pure action
On the edge of a catastrophe
No weeping melts the armor
A single tortuous line

Aware of everything, committed to nothing
Like the heartbeat of a stone
Call for music's revenge on an unmusical world

Why would you strip the naked?
Everything we held sacred, stolen our spirits
Buried them under earth ...
As we grow old in youth

Now salvage your last scraps of dignity
Show some guts, soul and presence
'Cause I've seen the last of the human cities
And tears welled up in my eyes

Ecstasy like a thirsty dog
Shattered bodies piercing together
Some silent sadness
Explosions, whistles, whispers, creaks
As long as the pulse of life beats in you

No weeping melts the armor
On the edge of a catastrophe

Pure action
On the edge of a catastrophe
No weeping melts the armor
A single tortuous line

I've seen the last of the human cities
Tears welled up in my eyes