Squeeze - Robert Randolph

The vultures wait In violent skies Go rest your head Under the storm The end is near Your suns will set soon A violent heat Burned on to skin Recall its time Th

So how low down will you sink Heavy with shadows Watched you slow Quick with your Turning to swallow Swine I'll stab your eyes You crossed that line Swine God d

Death descending In silver screams They hide under a shield Made of clear glass They tower high over hills The Valley stretched No Ropes No Nooses The guillotin

Winds screaming from your mouth Arms open Beg to rest Breath you seek Heart strings Heat is what he seeks Arms open Stretch like wings

Dark fields No shield No pain Lazer eyes Ascend manias Shower on us I traced My blood Back to Her gun Rose Blood once lost See from vision Sense the space Strai

The taste of blood Calming nerves It rains in red Drown in the color Endless are the tidal waves The swarms approach Too fast for time They seek the mother Atta