The Angry River - SI Istwa, Father John Misty

The emptiness that we confess

In the dimmest hour of day

In Automatown they make a sound

Like the low sad moan of prey

The bitter taste the hidden face

Of the lost forgotten child

The darkest need the slowest speed

The debt unreconciled

These photographs mean nothing

To the poison that they take

Before a moment's glory

The light begins to fade

The awful cost of all we've lost

As we looked the other way

We've paid the price of this cruel device

Till we've nothing left to pay

The river goes where the current flows

The light we must destroy

Events conspire to set afire

The methods we employ

These dead men walk on water

Cold blood runs through their veins

The angry river rises

As we step into the rain

These photographs mean nothing

To the poison that they take

The angry river rises

As we step into the rain