Verse 1 Emotivity—false matter of the mind Logic strangled in a fallacy vine Razor thoughts cut through the air In this tired provincial square Verse 2 Walking through the grimy town Snow and soot are falling down Looking for a spark of life In this fog of inward strife Chorus Oh the mind is a savage land Logic buried under sand Reason whispers but the heart Tears the quiet world apart So pour the night into a glass Let the bitter hours pass All the thinkers, all the damned Meet inside the Savage Reservation Pub Verse 3 Sisyphus with mortal bones Pushes grief up endless stones Pathos rolling down again Back into the blood of men Memories flicker in the mind Crystal ghosts of former time Faces mirrored in the dark Shadows playing in the heart Bridge Black and white like dreams at night Past reflections out of sight Silent films of who we were Fading slow but still they stir Verse 4 Through the white and frozen streets Where the restless city beats Thoughts like spiraling gravity Pull the past back into me Then a sudden burst of light Neon breaking through the night A sign that hums in drunken glow Like a lighthouse for the soul Chorus Oh the mind is a savage land Logic buried under sand Reason whispers but the heart Tears the quiet world apart So pour the night into a glass Let the bitter hours pass All the thinkers, all the damned Meet inside the Savage Reservation Pub Verse 5 Letters burning through the haze On the sign’s electric blaze “Shelter for the wandering soul For the wild absent control.” Another phrase beneath it hung Like a truth both cursed and sung For the REVOS that want Fun— ALL here together the reds, Greens, Pinks and blacks of the anarcho circle no matter your tendency to fight the corpos a one big union of resistance circles
