I see them all lined up,
Like naked children at the wall
Their skin is hanging off in sheets
Each face is painted like a whore
Their blood is shining in the sun
Their wounds are powdered with white salt
Their lips are shaping silent words:
I see my name as it spills out
I see them walking on their knees,
Led in a chain by laughing girls
I see them sucking on the dirt,
As if inhaling the whole world
And one by one their throats are cut,
And each one sings his choking song
And each one sings his lullaby,
And each one falls and then he's gone
And I feel good,
Yeah, I feel fine
And I feel good:
I've been waiting far too long
I see their bodies in the pyre,
Leaking black smoke into the flames
And all the people stand around,
Shaping lips into my name
And soon the sun begins to sink,
Behind a wall of dirty air
I see their bones there in the pile,
And taste the smell of burning hair
And all the children howl for mile
The rain spits down a million knives
I see you running through the field
I see you running for your useless life
I feel you choking on your tongue,
I feel the breath attack your chest
The dogs are ripping at your feet
I see you bleeding out your happiness
And I feel good,
Yeah, I feel fine
And I feel good:
I finally got back what was always,
Rightfully mine