When Down by that Other River

To take you as I am would mean opening up two hands.
Wireless call centers in an underground facility.
Every where you look forms of cancer sprouting up.
No there is no guilt here there is guilt every other place.

No there is no guilt here we pretend for happiness.
Peace groups and milk churned around in sweet and salt.
Stank up my bedroom why'd we have to make that here.
Why'd we have to join into the communications business?

Suckers breathing up and down the highway kernels like moths.
Pampered children pulling up their layers of skin on the stone.
Born into another problem between two rows of evergreens.
Barricaded before the great master splicing rocks with spice.

The great horned element pooling moves like a misty Capricorn.
We can see the blemish in his armor, where creation failed.