Slaves' Graves

[Verse 1] Coming, becoming As we landscape the landscape Finding shrubs better than hedges To express our good nature [Chorus] These are the feelings of slaves All spiraling upward Interior monocots whose rage Expressed in slogans Slumps itself, feet up, back to the urn Slumps itself, feet up, back to the urn [Verse 2] Wood chips are chainmail Against another feeling Those seedlings that would crack pavement to exist banally [Chorus] These are the feelings of slaves All spiraling upward Interior monocots whose rage Expressed in slogans The way a logo different from an icon The way a logo different from an icon