Those can't be the Northern Lights
Mendax my friend
This is Guantanamo
But don't throw your visions away so easily
On account of me
I've already heard
My funeral song
Found a kind of truth inside a child-proof container
You lose the urge to fight
When nothing comes as a surprise
The reptilian part of the brain
Can't take all of the blame
This waterboarding
Is torture
As far as I can tell
The plebeians are
In mourning
There's something wrong
Someone released the hounds
On the hallowed ground
Of the fourth estate
But nobody seemed to notice
While they chewed right down to the bone
Then they went and smeared your name all over
Found some peace of mind inside an integrated circuit
They knew what you might find
But still, it took them by surprise
But their pituitary gland
Still has the upper hand
These drone attacks are
Still murder
As far as I can tell
The pundits all talk
In circles
This is not what we're about