Ricochet (Reworked)

Lyrics

[Spoken] Now we're in an age of mass casualty, action Don't you just miss the good old days of the Red Army Faction? All that combine, huff the blonde, picture of a bomb, pitching bitch [?] can't reach that itch Carlos the Jackal with the pimp tackle, the hand clapping, the ransacking Now they're packing knapsacks with brass tacks and kidnapping Excuse me, kid, it's too much for me Could you just take this rucksack on the bus for me? Yesterday my troubles seemed so far away And now there's nothing left to do but watch the choices slip away And all the voices ricochet Our conversation disappears in recrimination Voices ricochet They're just words in the distance, like birds inside my head And the water runs red You're a stone on the windscreen, you shatter the world ahead Voices ricochet You can picture a big 'thirteen', try to extinguish me Relinquish me from the damage Only mortality It's the echoes of carnage, now the view is all tarnished The rest is just wreckage The sky's a varnish, furnished with thoughts of flight And the pain still visible in light and sound and sight Dismiss the sky Voices ricochet Dismiss the sky Voices ricochet Grip is precarious, various ways the path of truth can bury us Too many variables Too much chit-chat, too much of this and that Too much zig-zag, yin-yang, yak-yak I'm all right, Jack, pull up the plank, I'm aboard Fall on your sword, a humming repetitive Feels like a sedative, nerves are the last to decay Don't worry, it'll fade away Voices ricochet Our conversation disappears in recrimination Voices ricochet They're just words in the distance, like birds inside my head And all the manacles that bind, the pinnacles you climb To the background of a cynical "Who?" and "What?" and "Why?" and "Why not?" Excuse me while I dismiss the sky Dismiss the sky Voices ricochet Dismiss the sky Voices ricochet