Time To Kill - Gold

Poisoned hollowed townies

Wallow on our corners

Take the power lines back home

Burn the tallied autos,

Count the highest collar

Take their woes and daughters home

No burden kept, in calling lies

This is our time to feel

Just hardened heads to realign

This is our time to kill

Leave our hallowed counties

Wade into the waters

Piecing puzzles on our own

Age in patient autumn

Paying no mind to quarrels

Wash the colors from the board

A phone line, a deft touch, a hard look, this wasted luck