In Being Pulled Apart Alive

I'm a malfunction
And this piece of me becomes just a pinch of salt
I'm lying dormant waiting for the destitute to rise
Your marvels come all donning neckties
Centrifuge, or nest in the engine
And no one will let you back
I'm feeling covered-up, shriveled-up
Hiding in my little cocoon
No man shall re-alive, proletarianize
Or the cow will jump over the moon
We've gone from feeding back to feeling bad
I'm more than just your plaything
Sirrah, I must confess, you're a terrible friend
Tent-crowders tent-crowding
Something's amiss, oh something's gone wrong
Your number of bodies is not something to flaunt
Yeah, yeah

It's derelict, the idioplasm
Frozen and it melts your skin
People are burned alive or buried alive
At the hands of a foreign regime
The wives of Abraham and Iscariot
Put their ballots in the brazier fire
Where's the Messiah when Tel-Yeruham gives
A Pavlopetri for a new century
Yeah, yeah