[Verse 1]

The streets are wolves,

the moon’s a crooked cross,

he counts his fingers,

but the numbers are lost.

[Verse 2]

Foreign tongues lick the windows,

shadows hum,

"Build a taller fence,

but the nails bend dumb."

[Verse 3]

The radio barks in static hymns,

"They’re coming, they’re coming—"

His skin grows thin.

[Verse 4]

A flag snaps tight

around his throat,

the wind laughs,

"You wrote this note."

[Verse 5]

Mirror men chant,

"Burn the strange, burn the weak!"

His reflection cracks,

but the glass won’t speak.

[Verse 6]

Neon swastikas blink,

then fade to flies,

the bedbugs whisper,

"We’re all inside."

[Verse 7]

The crowd’s a needle,

the chant’s a pill,

"Swallow the world,

or the world will kill."

[Verse 8]

God’s a barbed wire crown,

the priest’s a gun,

he digs a grave,

but the dirt’s his tongue.

[Verse 9]

Children’s faces melt

to alphabet soup,

"Eat your fear,

but don’t throw up."

[Verse 10]

The walls grow teeth,

the door’s a mouth,

"You’re the stranger now,

you’re the one they hunt."

[Verse 11]

The anthem’s a scream,

the salute’s a noose,

he clicks his heels—

but the floor’s unglued.

[Verse 12]

White walls, white walls,

the padded sky,

the nurse hums,

"You were always inside."