Riot on the Ward

There’s a riot on the ward – I’m leaving Fifty animals escaped their cages I’d be lying if I did no damage My combustion engine hands stroke Your fishnet, so cavalier, my roundhead, my eyeball But how many of us make a wave Rifle hard in the canopy tonight It’s the mightiest river I have known Squalor seep from the ghost fellatio Thought will kill you if it’s left untreated And with that I leave the empty hangar I’d be strung up if you spoke – their batons Incomplete my decibel past Your district, my red light beams, so minefield, my depth charge Cos I wanna live without a sound Casting out from the mouth of tireless ink Turn to stone for another uttered drop Fire my synapse with syllable intent There’s a riot on the ward – I’m leaving And with that I leave the empty hangar