the silent the severed the path of raven one thousand ladies in ribbon all adorned underneath the sun underneath the earth underneath an awful banner and golden trumpets they re braying like clockwork mules in a time of plague in a time of war underneath an awful banner i want something much more different not these factories of prisons i wish that the earth was green again i wish i had a gun in my hand someday i will come back in from the cold someday i will come back in from the cold someday i will come back in from the cold and shatter all these industries the poisoned landscape defiled by the factory pipe the sickened land the sickened sky underneath an awful banner cold eyes are spying from the top of the pyramid the government thug the government snitch underneath an awful banner someday i will come back in from the cold a gas can someday i will come back in from the cold a gas can someday i will come back in from the cold a gas can a and a timer