Tenth Century - Guided By Voices

Cold it’s my choice

Wisdom the voice

Of bridges

A blanket of seeds

An hour of wind in silence

Higher ranks

The war postponed

Pesticides who kills

Knows the will of confusion

As shadows melt in the high temples

As throats are fed

By the luck of trappers

Knowing the halfway point

To the new millennium

Commanding wheels

Return the vision

It’s the final decision

And it’s halfway to the final millennium