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The lion isn't sacred when not sleeping near the lamb
It is evil when it eats unless it's feeding from the damned
All the children painted diagrams of god upon their hands
Hoping somewhere on this shaking earth
They could find a place to stand
It's a tyrant to the foreigners who've never seen the land
They feel safer than a statue when they've got a spear in hand
It is pregnant with the fury that the pain in life demands
Yes, it's fear - but it's a fear that understands
And what's left is a heartbeat, speaking
"Hands off your fate, child, you'll bury yourself in mistakes."
Like a dream that I had of lost faith
It fades away but still thunders onward
Every pulse was a hand with its palm up
Fed with bodies and bread soaked in blood
Someday, somewhere, it'll leave but tell me, someone
Where does it go?
What tied our hands tight to the train tracks
Then backed off slowly?
What does the heart say?
"See the reverse. There's an answer there."
I am the moth-drenched love of dead mules
As stable as sand in a windstorm
And I shake like a spider in the rain
When you say
"My, my, the ways I've changed since then - the ways I've changed."
And all I ever say is
"I'm..."
And it hits like a brick to the back of your head
Like, goodbye, five times
One for each finger
And you say
"My, my, the ways I've changed since then - the ways I've changed."
And all I ever say is
"I'm tired."
"I'm tired."
We turned our water into whining, shouting
"Let us be like Christ."
But then the whining turned to wonder
And the wonder turned to ice
Once, we were graceful steeples
Hands held upward and eyes wide in suspense
Now, we are tangled like intruders in the wires of the fence
For a fence is built to protect what lies inside of it
Do you still feel sick?