Target-Fugazi

It’s cold outside and my hands are dry

skin is cracked and I realize

that I hate the sound of guitars

a thousand grudging young millionaires

forcing silence sucking sound

Forced into this conversation

So I say shine let their planets collide

this is the darkening down of my mind

we could be making it oiling like crine

We could be making it staking last dimes

if you want to seize the sound you don't need the reservation

if you want to seize the sound you don't need the reservation

the torch is passed it's your to turn

lay at their feed now use it to burn

a false alliance or money persuading

forcing silensce sound in suck

forced into this conversation

Now if you want to seize the sound you don't need the reservation

So open so young so target I can smell your heart you're a target