Day Seventeen: Wafers and Wine of Sandblast Time by Trap Them Lyrics

There were smelling salts that day
And she was like him was like them was like us
Holding plagiarized decisions
Based off backlogs of survival tactics
In another phone booth
Founded on shattered glass and traffic stops
And every one of those corner dives
Had quiet young teeth
That were ready to spark the hidden cameras...
Ready to document the damns and fights of revolt
Built on a stolen dime
And we all screamed
"Nevermind the cops
Just keep your head down and your eyes on your watch
And when the sky turns loud and your body shakes apart
Give them a horror/sight of how the vigilantes march."
There was a halo of shock that night
That surrounded the city halls, the statue stones
It blocked the doors and gave up the roads to threats
And running hostile codes
Cadavers rose and walked out of morgues
And looked for new ways to signal out
That the hired guns will not work tonight
That the mains will run wild tonight
That the sewers' residents, the alley's inhabitants
The orders' vacants...

All toss their livened limbs into tonight