Living from the chest Living through the day Under blankets closeted Behind the shop closing doors On the rooftops in panel floors The man remembers easier days Before death went searching for his pain Before day troubles before the stint Hands cracked and calloused from surroundings Son replaces father when father dies He eats dead things to stay alive His wife became widow it didn't take long In the stomach was a stone that dropped from her heart It stayed in her a year until a crack The weight of her loss put her on her back Resistance is a place where nothing lasts The Pacific is a place where nothing lasts A Pacific made of ash Brace yourself Try to stay alive
