BW Johnson - There's a Scratch on Our Arm Lyrics

There's a scratch on our arm
A collective groan
Clean-shaven
Like a satellite fell
With rhythms too hard to spell
Clean slate invention
In the last moments
Of a universal orgasm
They flash before our eyes

Repeat and then resort
To violence in uniforms

If we can't agree
Our collective conscious being
Will be washed away
Will the gloves come off
Watches and rings and all
From a question to a thought
When the history's told
Written for each of us
Pleasured to not know

Repeat and then resort
To violence in star-spangled uniforms

Creation is sown
From necessity and bones
An escape from what we know
And the artists and crooks
Sling their baited hooks
Pull us out of our wet tombs
And float up once again
Natural, empty, innocent
Recreate what we once fought

Repeat and then resort
Down a violent path of blood and war

And for as long as we have known
From the Holy Roman Empire
A fight for endless growth
And it's hard to spell out
Without preaching of my doubts
But I'm anxious and I'm scared
So as I leave these walls
Listen to me once and for all
I don't know where this will go

Retreat and then reform
We're not gonna win this one