If dust could only gather in the needle track
Can I spit out the truth or would you rather just swallow a lie?
Why do they taste of sugar when they're made of money?
Around a silhouette detective fiction walks
It's just the evidence, it's of no consequence
If it could warn and whisper from the windowsill
Did they erase the name and wipe away the stain?
They choke the life and land and rob the joy from us
Now there's a name for you but it's stuck in my throat
If only dust could gather into lines of chalk
Here come the Lamb of God and the butcher's boy, Sonny
It's only flesh and bone, why don't we leave it alone?
Here comes the juggernaut, here come The Poisoners
For it's the only witness that can testify
Can I spit out the truth or would you rather just swallow a lie?
If dust could only mutter or in laughter trill
If dust could only gather in a needle track
Then it would skip a beat and it would jump right back
But it's the only witness that can testify
Why did they dam the land, why did they flood the plain?
You kept your mouth well shut, appeared to turn your coat
