Furnace - Cop Shoot Cop

10.000 miles away from home

Will someone tell me where the hell I am Tied in knots of skin and bone

And looking for an exit door again

I swear I’ve seen this before

Looking sideways out of a dream

Some here, some gone

And now somwhere inbetween

Strangulate my memory

But there ain’t much I’m able to recall

These faded yellow photographs

Splintered and scattered on the floor

Well there once was a right and a wrong

And there once was an easy way out

But the lines that were drawn

Have dissolved in a furnace of sound, of sound …

The grinding teeth and flapping jaws

Of cold and bloodless faces in the crowd

Now coming on as white as noise

You double forward into here and now

And we’ll get to know our guts

If we have to tear them out

And then pound our fists into bloody pulps on the ground

We’ll pound our fists on the ground

In suspended animation

Neither live nor dead

Every day you come up with the money

Living in limbo ain’t cheap