Draw Japan

Butcher the paper, a ravenous pen

Carving out trees and scoring skin

Animals too placed in plastic cages

Carted around these filthy pages

I will draw Japan

I will draw Japan

I will

Specters holding scepters with fingers thin

Empty vessels asserting we are still king, we are still king

Black stuff running like nosebleed danger

Swarming towards the source of the noise

I will draw Japan with fervent hands

Black cells depict a foreign land, draw draw Japan

Sleeping city emits no sound, in this compound

No beast walks in this compound

No beast walks in this compound

I will draw Japan with a ravenous pen

Hungry for oil and iron tin, to you're left a concrete factory

Smoke billows, fists punch, victory

And my hands start shaking and Japan starts shaking

And I begin to draw out Japan

In the shape of a man

Seen rushing through a market town

Through the compound

No beast walks in this compound

No beast walks in this compound

No beast walks in this compound

No beast walks in this compound