If dust could only talk. What would we hear it say?. before it's brushed aside. Just as it's swept away. It's just the evidence. It's of no consequence. It's only flesh and bone. Why don't you leave it alone?. If dust could only gather into lines of chalk. Around a silhouette detective fiction walks. For it's the only witness that can testify. Can I spit out the truth. Or would you rather just swallow a lie?. Why did they dam the land?. How did they flood the plain?. Did they erase the name?. And wipe away the stain. You kept your mouth well shut. Appeared to turn your coat. Now there's a name for you but it's stuck in my throat. If dust could only mutter. Or in laughter trill. If it could warn and whisper from the windowsill. For it's the only witness that can testify. Can I spit out the truth?. Or would you rather just swallow a lie?. Here comes the juggernaut. Here come The Poisoners. They choke the life and land. And rob the joy from us. Why do they taste of sugar. When they are made of money. Here come the Lamb of God. And the butcher's boy Sonny. If dust could only gather in a needle track. Then it would skip a beat and it would jump right back. If dust could only gather in a needle track. Then it would skip a beat. And all the sense I lack.