At Least You're Alive

- It gives us all something to look at, it's the simplest of lies, and it is within the lack of
conviction that the fault thrives

Between Marseille and Montpellier
We did sit and toast, the dead
Kings and Queens, to men and holy ghosts.
The arduous journey; seated we remained,
Light were our heads, water and sin seemed the same.
The couple seated opposite became quickly unpleasant,
And as the clouds collated I became feverish with resentment.
It all fell down in a seemingly pre-determined path,
Like water running down a long pain of glass.
With heads still spinning the hills began to bleed
Into one nauseating and pernicious, intensifying scene.
Nuclear reactors as common as flowers
Decorated the hills like looming modern towers - we pulled into town.

- And all that needs to be known can be found
By means of party and civility