Lyrics:

I have this recurring nightmare:
Flailing pigeon, her broken feet
Frozen solid to the freezing pavement
I turn away as if I do not see

I have this childhood memory
Of my old man screaming from the drivers seat
To turn away from an unfolding horror
But he could not undo what I had seen

We never spoke of it again
Two more hapless citizens of...

The new post-traumatic stress worldwide disorder
A stockholm syndrome fifth estate
Desperate to batten down the mounting horrors
And shuffle on in a global lotus gait

Content to marinate in the plasma glow of the
Home entertainment prisons we
Commune before like dime-store shrines
Are these but votive lives?

A strangled, twisted truss
That shores-up each of us
Anything to dull the pain
Of a splintered lotus gait

As for me a filigree of psychic police tape
Tends to cordon-off the darker scenes
But the wandering mind stumbles through it
And relives them all eventually

Pries open wide your eyes
And shines a painful light
On the guilt, the fear, the shame
The courage never came

From the plasma glow of the
Home entertainment prisons we
Cling to like dime-store shrines
Are these but votive lives?

Conservative at heart
A conformist from the start
A stockholm syndrome fifth estate
A staggering lotus gait

Its a strangled, twisted truss
That shores-up each of us
So anything to dull the pain
Of a self-inflicted, crippling lotus gait.