Man Without Country Follow

And so you stare into the abyss
To find the feathers from your empty pillow slip
‘Cause you were born to be a catfish
Within the boundaries of the brine we coexist

Before I saturate my sorrow
I slice and separate the sequence frame by frame
To trace the footsteps I once followed
We’re distant chromosomes that live in the same vein

Go throw your money at a dead horse
Keep up the masquerade
Your beaten track lead me to a closed door
Now I’m laying on your waterboard

Go throw your money at a dead horse
Keep up the masquerade
Your beaten track lead me to a closed door
So don’t expect a curtain call

And when you dragged me to the gallows
Along the thoroughfares we bent the blind alleys
The clouds concealed us in their shadows
Till they collapsed and slowly drowned our levity

Go throw your money at a dead horse
Keep up the masquerade
Your beaten track lead me to a closed door
Now I’m laying on your waterboard

Go throw your money at a dead horse
Keep up the masquerade
Your beaten track lead me to a closed door
So don’t expect a curtain call