Dust Is Our Fare

there is a time when some of us are healed

there is a time you`re clean and undersealed

there is a time it almost looks like fun

there is a time for the bullet of a gun

no one here drinks water

none of us is sane

if you pretend you`re my daughter

we do it again and again

no one here is praying

`cause no one here is god

and every word we are saying

might as well be put in blood

there is a time when worms revel in me

there is a time for a pigfaced reality

there is a time and it`s usually the afternoon

there is a time and i hope it will be damn soon