What makes you think you have the right? To this territory What makes you think that you are better? Than your fellow man Fight fire with fire I admire the courage of your convictions But I didn’t ask to be entertained Just considered
“Oh, Lover, uncover. I know it’s warm beneath your sheets and there is ice along the streets but listen—Lover, we will recover. But we’ve no time to waste with meddling in affairs we’ve locked so tightly in our dreams. We are not clean, we are not pure, we can not rest until we’re sure. So, rob your pretty little eyes of sleep’s disguise. I’m at your bedside with a bucket full of lies. So, clear your ears and listen—-
Up, M’Lady—Pack your things, this place is not your home.
You’ve opened my window but broken the glass. And I beseech thee, ‘shed thy beauty. For as a child leaves the womb and learns the cold, you have taught us perils in the present, and you will bring us peril in our surely-soon-to-be. Unless… The river’s not flooded this time.
We woke up as men but tonight we’ll sleep as killers As we break the cryptic morning with a bullet and a prayer The steel never seemed more cold and agile than now And a life never seems less vital and fragile
With a heart that’s beating louder than my own I watch a woman they call Kezia I watch a woman that I know I watch my hopes and my own future blindfolded To atone for a sin I didn’t care for, but a sin that paid my debts A sin that fed my children and burned my smiles and cigarettes
And no one ever said that hope would be so beautiful And no one ever said I’d have to pull the trigger on her
I can’t even still her trembling hands that were locked up by the dutiful and obligated; Five soldiers forever sedated with the, “No one’s responsible” psychological drama of our social justice dribble Her tiny steps tell lies about the choice I have to make; Resurrect a static lifetime starve to death my own mistakes Pull the screaming trigger and watch your carcass bleed me dry Or drop the gun and try to shake away the blindfold from your eyes?