Listen to the way it walks
Without making a sound
Hiding in the light of the violence
While it burns the whole country down
And it knows when not to talk
But the echo is loud
In one ear, and out the other one
Before they found him out
Adam had a way of keeping the flock alive
Keeping up appearances
Against the mob boss of vice
And they would forgive him
Even as he splashed around
Smiling back against an ocean current
That would drag him out
Compressed in heat for years
A star is born
Made into a target
Way too easy to just ignore
Unmarked envelopes tend to know when you've arrived
A nameless face in a ski mask said
Where there's smoke, there's fire
Listen to the way that it walks
Without making a sound
Hiding in the light of the violence
While it burns the whole country down
It knows when not to talk
Although the echo is loud
Place your ear to the seashell
Dig the corpses out