One day the knife began to fall and as it dropped I heard it call "Oh father see how I have grown, the bastard fruit of seed you've sewn" I lost my erection, Saw my reflection It was hard to see that face He said "Welcome home brother, How have you been?"
We're at the end of an era No more sharpening our errors No more praying, we never hit The things that we are shooting at We've gone throught the valley, We've bourn our burden badly But liftup your ears and turn around, Think I can hear a sound The tune is sweet, The rhythm's strong The music that could bring us all Together again
One night I left my lady's side I felt some change within the tide Pulled a blanket over me, Set my little boat to sea I can feel the waves come, Find the rhythm The ocean won't let you forget The tide goes out... But the tide will come back in
We're at the end of an era No more sharpening our errors No more praying, we never hit The things that we are shooting at We left our lovers waiting, Spent our juices masturbating I think it's time we start to build Something that has a heart The air is growing thick with tones That just might bring these Scattered bones together again
One morning we woke up to find the Chasm had come so wide Between us and our fathers, And while we slept the space grew larger I could feel the shadow, Could hear the echo Of a song I know we used to sing, I'm starting to remember... How it begins
We're at the end of an era, No more sharpening our errors No more praying, we never hit The things that we are shooting at We sent our vessels out to sea, Tied our feathers to the trees, Spent the winter on our knees, Looking for these melodies The song of a forgotten king Who longs to hear his people sing Together again