Sacred scraps
Holy half measures
The devils dance entranced by the spectral chord
Secret fits
Private tantrums
The idiot submits to the wrath of the horde
But that can't happen
We're magic people
It's not the end again it's the drawing board
Amity or rancor
For the sake of chatter
It's all shattered glass on the floor
I'm bleeding out the door
Soft gavels
Pounding on pillows
The animal shouts "Order"
Emulators
Tracing signals
Capacitors take turns
Holding on to the charge
The swell of clamor
A tapered answer
That's riddled with laughter
Amnesty through cancer
In the final chapter
It's all shattered glass on the floor
I'm bleeding out the door
Centrifuge of blood and data
Spin it till I see the plasma