Of the son and the daughter
Come tumbling, tumbling down
Then the lives in the water
Full of murder and slaughter
Of the man and woman in town
How now holy man, where is your crown?
In the pond where your children have drowned
And the stars and the stripes
Fall across the sky of black
And like scars across your back
they bring you down
And the crosses that you bear
Are caught in the cross hair
Of the snipers who shoot from the other side
And the stigmata on your palms
will not wash away the arms
That you sold to ensure your own pride
So be careful of the tide
That's been sleeping your bride
She's been married to the moon before
And the sea is her rich aunt
Who's grown her like a plant
in her arms, in her arms
Away from all her dreams
And the troubles that she's seen
Every time she killed someone
She liked
So forgive your brothers too
Who's been playing the deep blues
In the shadows of the clock tower
At night
Even leaving before midnight
Left the spoils to be bright
As a leaf is left on the ground to mould
Half of everything I've owned
Has been sold before I'm old
Twice as much as what I started with
If it seems a great idea
You'll be sorry to hear
That the love I felt was sold
At first sight
Going easy in the sale
Like a Chippendale
Like a wind that blows away a grey face
And leaves the walking dead
To be suffering instead
From the troubles of a life
Made in gold
Because we all were born so innocent
Of the forceful arms of incident
The systems, the memes and the tones
of government
That rule each individual hue
Is no different in the queue
Where they march into the fiery mold
To come out a human adult
Built to work suffer and submit
to the will of the government
When they are told
And they shall never know
Of the possibilities foretold in their stars
When they were born like any other
Of the pure and simple diatribe
The luxurious fireside
Or the lake or Lagoon
Where they could live away from busy strife
The machinations of Machiavellian wills
The dominance of others to love
Marry, steal or kill
To get their property man or wife
To own authority over others
Acquire meaning in their life
It all seems so antiquated
Like from birth to death
Everything is metric
And measured is every breath
and you must break free
And the stigmata on your palms
will not wash away the arms
That you sold to ensure your own pride
So be careful of the tide
That's been sleeping your bride
She's been married to the moon before
And the sea is her rich aunt
Who's grown her like a plant
in her arms, in her arms
Away from all her dreams
And the troubles that she's seen
Every time she killed someone
She liked
So forgive your brothers too
Who's been playing the deep blues
In the shadows of the clock tower
At night
Even leaving before midnight
Left the spoils to be bright
As a leaf is left on the ground to mould
Half of everything I've owned
Has been sold before I'm old
Twice as much as what I started with
If it seems a great idea
You'll be sorry to hear
That the love I felt was sold
At first sight
Going easy in the sale
Like a Chippendale
Like a wind that blows away a grey face
And leaves the walking dead
To be suffering instead
From the troubles of a life
Made in gold
Because we all were born so innocent
Of the forceful arms of incident
The systems, the memes and the tones
of government
That rule each individual hue
Is no different in the queue
Where they march into the fiery mold
To come out a human adult
Built to work suffer and submit
to the will of the government
When they are told
And they shall never know
Of the possibilities foretold in their stars
When they were born like any other
Of the pure and simple diatribe
The luxurious fireside
Or the lake or Lagoon
Where they could live away from busy strife
The machinations of Machiavellian wills
The dominance of others to love
Marry, steal or kill
To get their property man or wife
To own authority over others
Acquire meaning in their life
It all seems so antiquated
Like from birth to death
Everything is metric
And measured is every breath
and you must break free
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