The Horrible Fanfare/Landslide/Exoskeleton

[Verse] Ashes of ancients The nations repainted The chain gang chatelaine Changing the station The theme song playing The anthem of normal The horrible fanfare The horns get distorted On a public announcement The towns are impounded Where the order resounded Cowards towered around it Power-line buzzards Surveilling the night Talons in flight The fake horizons ignite Banality lives Where hysteria kills Civilian jungles With malaria pills Animals bleed To buy a star from the night Avenue kids Wear a scar like a stripe Send up a signal To the heavenly rescue When the poison's coming From the person you're next to Let the voltage of thought Pull the plug from the wound Cause if the soul is a symptom The condition is you ??? ??? ??? We know it's a letter bomb hand-me-down This thought is a perjury blindfold When she crawls from the Himalayan rain With the birds of prey and weapons on fire She's riding a landslide down to me Cutting the shackles off of me Shaking the dead birds from the trees She's taking the only air I breathe Iron lungs and a plate glass sermon Don't call it death on the installment plan She's pulling the armour on my back Raking the coals over the tracks Taking the knife out from the stack She's bringing the blood that I have back She's coming to see it's all a sin Coming to see the sun again Coming to wash it off again Coming to see herself again Coming to see herself again Coming to wash it off again Exoskeleton I picture like a...like an illuminated manuscript, you know? Made by monks. They hand-do them... in record form. And you'd have to have them hand-done each time Like, depending, like change depending on what mood you're in. Like the best...or depending on like when you assume from a different age, they'll mean something different I don't like it when they change. It frightens me You want them to stay the same more? It makes me feel like someone's pushing me from below. Or trying to put me, turn me over, and put me down. That's what it makes me feel like when they change It has to tell you how to live. It is an instruction guide. It's subtle, It's--it doesn't push, it nudges...i-it entices...it seduces. It has to encompass the whole world, everything that has been, is, and will be, and could take it into space. And that's why we build a spaceship. Because that's ultimately what space travel is all about, is sending a shuttle from Earth into space. And not just in some, like, space shuttle. It's got a little phone coming off of it, you need your own...glowing...you know, multicolor...spaceship. It would be inside the spaceship, and also the spaceship. Like an exoskeleton