The Right Machine

Mostly vapid, mostly dead.
The people here are numb.
No sleep. Rapid, dose me red ones.
Steeple, here I come.

Always wasted, always on the run.
Almost chased it, almost was the one.

Nations have their patriots.
Invasions have their Hadrians in stone.
My only monument was you.
Gods have Jobs and Constantines and
Doctrines have their prosodies in prose.
My only miracle was you.
He was just a boy, but it
Destroyed him to believe in...

Mostly pious, mostly bred
To be the better son.
Moseley's scions own these. Rent one.
The people here are fun.

Nations have their patriots.
Invasions have their Hadrians in stone.
My only monument was you.
Gods have Jobs and Constantines and
Doctrines have their prosodies in prose.
My only miracle was you.
He was just a boy, but it
Destroyed him to believe in...

Sights unseen.

Always wanted, always under guns.
Almost chased it, almost was the one.

The right machine.

But you don't remember prophets past.
And you won't be tender when I ask.
And you won't surrender when I task
The right machine.