The Body Acoustic

This is the final test

Hands bound, you march

Innocence plumets

Along with your limp figure

Below the bodies pile

The stench reaches this height

Turn to look your captors in the eye

Fathers

Brothers

They break from your eyes

And bow their heads

Let them pray

These are their sins, not yours

Trial without a jury

Jury without a peer

The vitriol of an envious tongue

And now you stand where birds fly

They cut your bonds

You feel the wind on your face

Gravity's revenge

For a second you wish it were true

But nothing can stop you until it does

But nothing can stop you until it does

But nothing can stop you until it does