Draw Japan

Butcher the paper with a ravenous pen, Carving out trees and scoring skin
Animals too placed in plastic cages, carted around these filthy pages
I will draw Japan

Spectres holding scepters with fingers thin, empty vessels asserting,
"We are still King, we are still King"
Black stuff running like nosebleed danger
Swarming towards the source of the noise
I will draw Japan, with fervent hands
Black cells depict a foreign land, I draw Japan

Sleeping city emits no sound, in this compound
No beast a walks, in this compound
No beast a walks, in this compound

I will draw Japan with a ravenous pen, hungry for oil and iron and tin
To your left a concrete factory, smoke billows, fists punch, "Victory!"
And my hands start shaking, and Japan starts shaking
And I begin to draw out Japan, in the shape of a man

Seen rushing through a market town, through the compound
No beast a walks in this compound
No beast a walks in this compound