Brigadiers

Hang your hair, you don't seem right
And carry it back, carry all the heads back
You know those things won't spike themselves at the borders
You know those things can't see themselves around the corners
This and every night we spend
Tied up with our mirrored history

When you boil the substance down
And when your ignorance glows
You'll high-five all the breathless brigadiers
When they say that you should know

This and every mirrored history