Sent the boiling wreckage
To embrace the earth in fold
And let the pressured metals wild
For future settlers to admire
As if nothing else existed
She crashed the plane today
After a handcheckBagcheck
Emergencywaterlandingcheck
Let the dull blade of fear slap avross her jaw
Without the decency of cutting out
The heart that everyone hears now
Ticking as if a part of the works
She crashed the plane today
As strokes of her sweat beat
Into brazen rhythms
The curse chants of the ancient people
That we forget are locked away inside of us
She, the foreman
Helms the deck of weary passengers
Bringing up the savage spirit
But in a song of tonal inverse
Captain piloting by its words
That lull by the brainwave
That pulled wise to the cave
That throw humen to raze
As if it was to raise
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