so tomorrow there will be another number for the one who had a name a desert wind and a perverse desire to win history buried in shame are the beating drums celebration guns the thunder and the laughter the last thing they remember and then the next day how will you know your enemy by their colour or your fear one by one you can cage them in your freedom make them all disappear six hundred sixty six hundred sixty days two guards for one uncharged this morning s paper s ink stains my fingers my hands grow darker everyday goodnight sleep light stranger x3