Lead Coffin

Growing scarred. Soft heads we have, soft arms too
All tribal ways are lost, my nomadic adventurers

Turn around and look: all ares we have are graceless
Hold up ever part of life
Tare and rip it with your teeth
Until it's a broken bleeding feast
Until it lies in waste in the field
Make it yield. Sap it dry. Crush it up and stab and tare
Carve it's bones bare
And then we might remember why we are here
We are just visitors among the shades of green
High in thе shades of green

Brought together by sound and all of it's hеart
Together we're bound, never to part

Taught by it's touching welt
It's welting touch
And there's nothing that hurts quite so much

Perhaps to know why we're here
We'll have to leave
It might then be too late to reappear

"Hold you're line", he said"
"Hold your nerve"
"Dignity", he said;
"Don't you run", run far

We can build a shield of our own bodies
Pile them high!

Lowing. Peace shall not
Come for a barren hand shake
But joy can conquer
If for this hour

Stand up, be whole now
As if we know how
Put your hands high
One whisper turns into thunder

Our ribs will open
Spew forth dimensions
Of sound, vibrations
When you give us hope