they'd call it a wasteland
  auslander plates
  you know its armor was human
  drove stakes into the main camps
  eyesockets sank into
  the back of its head again
  this frequency was jet lagged
  yes the wrinkles mate
  was the owner's manual
    frequent flyers in denial
  and all the while
  emergency is evident
  revenants were the statues
  radar learning of huddles masses
  sutured all the patience
  of this nursing home
  emitted from the pages
  of this burial ground
    labor concentrated
  in this sheepless chapel
  they call it a wasteland