Doors, The
Hill Dwellers
Way back deep into the brainWay back past the realm of painBack where there's never any rain.And the rain falls gently on the town,And over the heads of all of us.And in the labyrinth of streamsBeneath, quiet unearthly presence ofNervous hill dwellers in the gentle hills around,Reptiles aboundingFossils, caves, cool air heights.Each house repeats a moldWindows rolledA beast car locked in against morning.All now sleepingRugs silent, mirrors vacant,Dust blind under the beds of lawful couplesWound in sheets.And daughters, smugWith semen eyes in their nipplesWaitThere's been a slaughter here!
From Letras Mania