The Wind Blows Through Their Skulls

<p>Short circuit signals Crawl the pavements of my mind Intermittent voices call Of the atomic kind</p><p>I can't sleep through dead dreams As blood buildings boil Contaminated flesh machines Black clouds from the furnace coil</p><p>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</p><p>Radiation hunger Cold War, a secret sign My ghost whispers to my ghost Am I nuclear genocide?</p><p>I can't sleep through dead dreams As blood buildings boil Contaminated flesh machines Black clouds from the furnace coil</p><p>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</p><p>Genocide Am I nuclear genocide?</p>