The Wind Blows Through Their Skulls

Short circuit signals
 crawl the pavements of my mind
 intermittent voices call of the atomic kind
 I can't sleep through dead dreams
 as blood buildings boil
 contaminated flesh machines
 black clouds from the furnace coil
 The wind blows through their skulls
 as the night begins to shine
 with tongues that whip the tombs
 the air will set their bones on fire
 Radiation hunger
 cold war a secret sign
 my ghost whispers to my ghost
 "am I nuclear genocide?"
 I can't sleep through dead dreams
 as blood buildings boil
 contaminated flesh machines
 black clouds from the furnace coil
 The wind blows through their skulls
 as the night begins to shine
 with tongues that whip the tombs
 the air will set their bones on fire