The Index Of Directions Songtext
von Stick Against Stone

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, zero
Black limousine the driver′s face hidden
Roars down city streets
Littered with scraps of paper
This one reads:

1 static
2 thunder receding
3 birds circle in threes
4 oblique lines of water
5 five cigarette butts form a kind of map, a kind of maze
6 scraps of paper, reads:

Black limousine roars down city streets,
littered with scraps of paper.
Faces full have cancelled checks.
This city pokes its grimy finger in the sky.
We burn them with cigarettes.
We burn out their sixth floors.

The future's not ours. To see.


Que sera incindera
Whatever will be will burn. Whatever will be will burn.
Whatever will be we′ll burn.

Spiders drown on their faces. Cancel the checks.
Cancel the checks. Cancel the checks, please!

Black limousine roars down city streets,

7 The rest, blackened – obliterated
8 More ash nearby
9 Burn up the scraps
Zero

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, zero
(Zero, zero, zeeeee-roh!)

Cancel the checks!

And with the realization that everything had already been said
I set out
shatter it ALL to pieces
and build it anew
into whatever form I choose


And with the realization that everything had already been said
I set out
to shatter it ALL to pieces
to build it anew into whatever form I choose
I choose to build.