Road trip the drains
Where the Dads and Dogs are *******
On bodies and memories
In the empty wells that you're fishing

Number station soviet
With all the frequencies hissing
The noise of trains and traffic
Near where the children go missing

In daylight and dreams
All my flowers becomes wreaths
And all the lonely creatures
Mutilate my counted sheep

In the corner of the cabin
She has flowers in her teeth
Her soft and glowing voice
Beats me to death when I can't sleep