Magic bullets plot your paths
Trajectories move steadily
Spinning projectiles fly not from the Carcano
Cops with rifles stand behind the fence

Let’s put the brain in a trash can
Create a new identity
Eight hundred eighty-eight pacified pages cover
The curious with a warm blanket of false security
(stay in bed, close your eyes, stay asleep)
Utopia flies on arcane wings

One more time

United truth with its slight of hand
Tells a story that no one will ever understand
Sewn together with the pieces that were ripped apart
Create a patsy who is going to take the perfect shot
Build a story too complex to ever know the truth
Send the killer to assassinate the living proof
Succumb the population into prison so we learn
To ignite the catalyst that takes so long to burn

Take off
Tie off
Empty nooses
Tie