Short cuts, deep wounds, and a charm Tongues and feathers are calling a storm From deep above silent thunders roar Abandon ship when life gets in through the out door Drawn, quartered, on driftwood I ride Sworn to the sun, but by words without light When days of hope are gone - I am anechoic When it's father versus son - I am anechoic Short cuts, deep wounds, and a smile Shadows and dust write a book of denial From high below silent thunders roll Abandon ship when hearts are claiming their death toll Drawn, quartered, on driftwood I ride Sworn to the sun, but by words without light When days of hope are gone - I am anechoic When it's father versus son - I am anechoic No treasures to keep when hope is no more No books left to burn, only bridges and doors No father, no son, no crown and no wound Collateral silence, anechoic tomb When days of hope are gone - I am anechoic When it's father versus son - I am anechoic I am anechoic I am anechoic