I flew out to see the valley get filled in Plane of pavement where a gaping mouth had been Who am I to label anything a sin? I just watched and I am watching it again Light up when you turn into a pine tree Settle there is nothing but to be free Too late to be worried for your safety So long to the soldier you could not be There is no ghostly honor To keep me facing straight There is no balance for my dayweight I saw the merchant lying flattened in a ditch Crying curses in an ever-falling pitch Now I'm the conscience of the man pulling the switch The less he pulls - I cannot tell which is which Go down to where Helios is weeping Your knife took his love while she was sleeping Too late to be asking for forgiveness Your shame is a never-ending sickness I pulled the poison flowers from my Grandfather's grave And ground them into painful my face I felt Atlantic justice pulling my muscles down To cut me into something unsound Alex-ander