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The pillars of the world were shaking like the legs of a drunk |
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Hot winds ripped the hats off all the ladies all about town that day |
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Then they caught us ran us ragged beat us bloody put us in a dirty cage |
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Now we're screaming bloody murder we are starving won't see the ocean side again |
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Continents and mountain ranges boats out in the harbor, |
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Rivers clouds and cities all aflame |
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The sun went out the sky went red the horses our dancing in their skins |
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The taste of ash and sulfur on our lips |
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Where is my boy, where is my son. I seem to have lost him in the crowd, |
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He was holding to my hand just a moment ago |
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I know he cannot find his way he is so small he is so lean he looks like |
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A scrap of paper on a branch |
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I am flesh and you are pale, I am sleeping you are dead, |
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We're all playing cards as the ship goes down |
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We're living as if we are not, hanging from a precipice, |
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Shuddering and lurching off the edge |
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But someday this will all be gone, as fast a match can be struck, |
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Take warning for the veil is very thin |
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The signs aren't difficult to read: we tread so heavy on the ground |
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And one day the ground it may give way. |
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I see you gilded gentlemen, I wish I'd set a torch to you while I still |
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Had the freedom of my legs. I do not trust you with my life, |
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I do not trust you with my past I do not trust your hands upon the world. |
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But now I'm sunken in the ground, all my strength to move is gone and |
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Screaming is the last recourse that I have, you've left us with a barren |
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Earth, we know we are the aching land, |
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A scorching waste with all the life of coal. |
