Blood Covered My Red Yellowish Sun
[Knives Out]


I will mark it as a penguin
Walking
In line
Hundreds
in front of me
Millions behind
Walking
Into the beat
Of the Knives Out
Through an alley
Dark alley
Walking
Into the beat
of the Knives Out
I see myself -then
Walking down the same alley
Naked
In a penguin style

In front of the them
Spread the beams
Of the red yellowish sun

It is the end of the channel
It is the end of their journey

In front of them
Big thunder –shrieking
plainly:
Out
to the knives!

It is the end of their red yellowish sun
It is the end of their red yellowish sun

The penguins
Walking
In line
Over the blood
Of their butchered comrades

It is the end of the channel
It is the end of their journey

It is the end of their red yellowish sun
It is the end of their red yellowish sun