Red line seasons (Sue it) Troupe's all a mess (I wanna know how) Down in our country (Consume out loud) Short from your door (Where I'm at) He hands them out (Like he should) Which they don't come (Know we lose some) Down by Biloxi (Roll them dice) Loosen and fall (Right down) Deadline season (You're alright) Drying in the sun (Wanting) Give us some more Now that it's over He ain't coming back Till the sun drops down I sing like this Various visions (Wedding song) To court the corridors (To commit) To meet in the middle of the sound Drums and them all (See silence) Your lagging innocence Like in the rot (I like it) Give us some more Now that it's over He ain't coming back Till the sun drops Now, give us some more Now that it's over He ain't coming back See the sound that breaks the dissonance (Seeing sound) Down under the covers (Just to write it) Down in foliage (Seeing sound) Till vines wrap it up And down I stare down the corridor Hands upon the wheel Transmitting signals from the big man Laughing in the dust of the night And the land With its deathlike grip