...The horror, that we may not live We may not live To see the walls fall from between us Between us and the world which these songs cry out
That the desire, which still lives, to contest, a mark of shame upon certain foreheads, will remain an offering unto the dead, illegible, irrelevant And we will be shaped into priestly statues in poses of defiance before our own masters To softly, safely sing the praises of a disarmed war, a lukewarm love So lest we fall out of lust for life, let us risk all we have to risk For only a fool, only a fool, would cling to this world as it is
If i could strike one blow to spite their forces, though i might bear one hundred more, I would wear the welts like rubies, and the shackles for a crown And if i had one hundred hearts I would throw them all before their bullets Before I'd sell a single one to wield their power So lest we fall out of love with life, let us give all we have to give For only a fool would cling to this world
Autumn, the leaves fell, Then the trees Became fences and factories Now winter is coming Let's put the heat on
...but no fire or ice, their absences suffice The nights now wil be long and cold, with a silence like you never known And you'll shake in it, cry out at it, but it will wrap you in its spiders thread Perhaps you'll stare into that blankness until it peers back into you And both of you see nothing, and it wil wrap you in its spiders thread That blessed are the womb that are barren Blessed are the branches tha bear no fruit Blessed are the rivers run dry For we have come to the end of the world To die
So die...die and become perish, let go and be done With all the tangled threads that keep you tied to husks of false hopes, fossilized If these years still wait for those who will be more merciless than history To burn the chaff and make an end, to make the fields fertile once again Then break...break the skin Open...open and reach in And draw the nerves out taut to play a song upon those tight strings Such as this world has never heard Let it be dirge, hymn, or dance, vomit or tears, absolving snowfall or acid rain Summer that sets fire to the harvest, or ice age that, thawing, blossoms crimson pain Pleasure or death, splendor or rust, flash flood or drought tha turns jungles to crust Those tender caresses for which the skin aches Or tear gas to breathe and plate glass to break The uproar of riot, the hush of nightfall, or sirens announcing the doom of us all The triumph of failures who fought at all costs, or despair of derelict dreams who lost Silence and space...hungers to be...momentary eternities The furrows of ash left by passion and wrath The faithless fixed stars over our wandering paths As the moon moves the see, we could move these mountains As comets drop to earth, so might empires end As old suns explode rather than fall to dust Let us steal fire and pay with our lives if we must For if all this world is God's, and man a mens plaything of laws and strings Then why not raze it all, and in destroying at least set sail on borrowed wing? Anything other than what we have known Strike the match, take a breath now...the hour has come To dance the resistance, teach tied tongues to sing This is the end of the calendar, the last loosening! Around and inside you, the violence you fear...for or against it, it's already here It forged the cord that bound you to the ground...it built these walls LET'S BURN THEM DOWN!