In the guts of a ship in the middle of the sea Stands a ring for the rivals for everyone to see They spar around the center of their own duality
The audience is full and pressed against the ropes Chanting for the blood of the loser of the bout The fighters are their fears and symbolize their hope They want to escape but there is no way out
The speaker and the spoke, the axle and the wheel The teller and the tale, the flower and the bee The sword and the steel the beast and the yoke The fish and the sea, the prisoner and the jail
Like God asking Abraham to kill his only son He cries out for help, he stares at the sun He never gets an answer when the day finally comes
When David fought Goliath he wasn't bound to lines Now he'll never hit his mark, his opponent makes the rules He's a servant to the story and a galleries confines Drifting on a sea of words, trapped on a ship of fools
The speaker and the spoke, the axle and the wheel The teller and the tale, the flower and the bee The sword and the steel the beast and the yoke The fish and the sea, the prisoner and the jail
You clamor for an outcome, a candid denouement The hunger for a resolution manifests the end It concludes with an ovation, clap the blood off of your hands
He knows he couldn't help her when she needed him the most What he gave her won't undo the one thing that he took He was the vine around a flower, love in a fatal dose So his story won't endure - the losers never write the books
The speaker and the spoke, the axle and the wheel The teller and the tale, the flower and the bee The sword and the steel the beast and the yoke The fish and the sea, the prisoner and the jail The fire and the smoke the starved and the meal The head and the tail the nut from the tree The wax and the seal the dagger and the cloak The loss and the grief the hammer and the nail