Geneva's Gone

Geneva's gone, like forgotten songs

In a country sleeping warmly in the night

We believe Exxon, we play along

The water getting blacker as we fight

Geneva's gone, like a faded song

An extra-legal table-turning dream

Where one record speaks and another dies,

Writing memos that are never as they seem

We will hear again in the years ahead

You've no memory of these many crimes

But these microphones tell of missing bones

And cameras captured weapons in your mind

Geneva's gone, like a foreign song

Just how many held you cannot say

And when organs fail, it's a small detail

Your pious eyes are showing no dismay

We will hear again in the years ahead

You've no memory of these many crimes

But these microphones tell of missing bones

And cameras captured weapons in your mind.