Empty Square
He looks upon a boy with leaking boot
Paralyzed, he then hurries to his room
What haunts him stands upright
With a face towards the door
It will dictate what has happened
Whisper intrinsic fear
It will tell what's to come
Eating what is not food
As he convulses on the floor

Tell them
Tell them plain
Tell them about the knife dream

Take it, bury it, to the hilt, in the folds of fat

It's waiting in the walls with manacle and chain
Whistle and it will come with the bread of dependency
The guilty try to forget but it is electric in their blood
Let this sickness remain the record of what they've done

In the desert carrying their lives by the fingernails
Spotted owls in the hills
Mountain of flies eating the eyes

It's waiting in the walls with manacles and chains
It sleeps underground
Oh, to be of use again

Take it, bury it, to the hilt, in the folds of fat

Tell them
Tell them quick
Tell them about the knife dream

All this of which I give, where did I take it from?
Let this violence stain as the record of what you've done

Tell them
Tell them
Tell them
Tell them
Tell them
Tell them

Tell them about the knife dream
Tell them about the knife dream
Tell them about the knife dream
Tell them about the knife dream