Territoire Songtext
one turn against the grain and coils in your bones
not some dystrophy and amplified in tone
press down on spinning tops and the spring drives thru your hand
that spin will never stop til the forces understand

pardoned with paragraphs that explain it all in length
ten years of slavery is reduced to a wink
you'll shut both eyes and say that words are on your tongue
gotta get your liquor up before the words can be sung
Territoire...
Territoire you are lonely...

the portrait of ownership will follow hypnotized
face down on polar rugs in freezing copper mines
look see that iron ore is only leeching brass
don't trust that iron ore it's inspiration has passed

posted in Pickering to increase our profits there
breathe in a little deeper now I say taste that city air
you'll shut both eyes and say that the future's on your tongue
bottom out on bitterlake there's still time to be hung

Territoire...
Territoire, you are lonely...

roads are changing back to pavement
high tides comin on and all is sediment
all essential, all essential read potential, repopulation