Trail of Innocents

from All Our Sunlight Scattered (December 16th 2002) (2:44)

In barren cold cells of iron bars of which I could not conceive
To bright vague shapes I turned my eyes in hopes that I'd retrieve
The violent urge to suppress myself in the midst of a euphoric guide
Now the endless trail of innocents wonders when it was I died

Of ceasing pilgrimages to Mount Sinai, my countenance hardly twitched
And the hordes of Mao, they crowd my view, considering themselves enriched
And the ceremony of dropping names begins anew soaked in pride
And the endless trail of innocents wonders when it was I died

In quadraphonic decadence, the voices they did rise
And passing telling glances which were assumed blind to my eyes
In rivers of long lost antipathy, on my raft I take the ride
Ah, the endless trail of innocents wonders when it was I died

For those I know who fire-baptize, I do not hold contempt
Who pour me full of kerosene with their obvious intent
And leaving me to their impotent wolves which commit suicide
And the endless trail of innocents wonders when it was I died?