Spy Fiction Folds in Ready Streets

The rails of sweat

And power sprawl... goodnight

Serpent, born of men, the focused point

Slithering tracks to prey abound

Seal of sand keeper of the bounty

Dreaming in six shooter clench

Dreams of pale horses

Whom design high hunt

A game of chase and redemption resolve...

Taste of lead fills our grail

Vultures careen above in anxious pursuit

Fortunes delt with avarice recite

Too many fathers leaving bread trails behind for sons and daughters echo

Forks in the route in chance we convict

Spy fiction folds in ready streets

Antique people on guard they stalk and bare arms

Fashioned in rust, mechanized are the limbs

Precious cargo our shadows nailed thrice

Vertically aimed and steady pull

Hard silence grips the scene

Spy fiction folds in ready streets

Antique people on guard they stalk and bare arms

Vessel of the arsonist, counsel of discord

To concrete drifts, I succumb

I succumb

To the concrete drifts, I succumb

Spectres reveal and boast of prelation

A toast to the sunken ship

Vessel of the arsonist

Counsel of discord star

Embellish hideous shell for the occasion calls

Sulfur accost the lungs

For maiden swallow

Framed silhouettes serenade the procession

To the concrete drifts, I succumb