Ghost Dance

Nah nah nah nah nah nah

A glowing dawn of crowded eyes
Each a screaming pulsar
Wounded knees, dance 'til clean
The needles in the ghost
Grit, sand, silica
Demand perfect porcelain
Distant glimmers' ancient dust
Begs the flesh to rise

Nah nah nah nah nah nah

Cut like knives through black exhaust
A terror in full blossom
Whitewash dreams, blowing steam
We have not arrived
Grit, sand, silica
Ground to dense perfection
On the outskirts of consciousness
Together deep inside

Nah nah nah nah nah nah