MUSIC FOR SALE

I slept
But not for long
awoke to distant dirges of a nearly forgotten song

Of youth
Of truth
Of harshly spoken brazen proclamations

We are razed like villages
By raids at dawn
It remains
to be seen
If we'll March on



We broke branches
When we fell like rebel angels
The tree grew weary of our weighted worries
And cast us to the ground
Revealed our revile
With a slight smile and without a sound



Echo of a tear unshed
Those words we said
These thoughts we think
These vibes we drink
We start to sink
We're on the brink
It's in our heads
Sleeps in our beds
We're not living
And it's not dead



Burning land
She holds the key
To the cave
Where the bones are kept

She wept


Not knowing if she'd ever see us again
From the moment we left
We were soon set adrift
On this crazy journey from cradle to crypt
I cannot lament all this
Time we've spent and misspent


(Wrapped it in cloth, kept it in our coffin)



Echo of a tear unshed
Those words we said
These thoughts we think
These vibes we drink
We start to sink
We're on the brink
It's in our heads
Sleeps in our beds
We're not living
And it's not dead



All the while absorbed in the grip
Of panic and plague
Outrage and rage
We slipped on the grass
And shuffled into grave