The horror that we may not live
We may not live
To see the walls fall from between us
Between us and the world for which these songs cry out
That the desire which still lives to contest
A mark of shame upon certain foreheads
Illegible, irrelevant
And we will be shaped into priestly statues
In poses of defiance before our own masters
To softly, safely sing the praises of a disarmed war
A lukewarm love
So let’s we fall out of lust for life
Let us risk all we have to risk
For only a fool only a fool would cling
To this world as it is
If I could strike one blow to spite their force
Though I might bear one hundred more
I would wear the welts like rubies
And the shackles for a crown
And if I had one hundred hearts I would throw them
All before their bullets before I’d sell a single one
To wield their power
So lest we fall out of love with life
Let us give all we have to give
Autumn the leaves fell
Then the trees
Became Fences and factories
Now winter is coming
Let’s put the heat on
…But no fire or ice, their absences suffice
The nights now will be long and cold
With a silence like you’ve never known
And you’ll shake in it cry out at it
But it will wrap you in its spider’s thread
Perhaps you’ll stare into that blankness
Until it peers back into you
And both of you see nothing
That blessed are the wombs that are barren
Blessed are the branches that bear no fruit
Blessed are the rivers run dry
For we have come to the end of the world
To die
So die
Die and become perish
Let go and be done with all the tangled threads
That keep you tied to husks of false hopes, fossilized
If these years still wait for those
Who will be more merciless than history
Tto burn the chaff and make an end
To make the fields fertile once again
Then break
Break the skin
Open
Open, and reach in
And draw the nerves out taught to play a song
Upon those tight strings
Such as this world has never heard
Let it be dirge, hymn, or dance, vomit or tears
Absolving snowfall or acid rain
Summer that sets fire to the harvest
Or ice age that, thawing
Blossoms crimson pain pleasure or death
Splendour or rust
Flash flood or drought that turns jungles to crust
Those tender caresses for which the skin aches
Or tear gas to breathe and plate glass to break
The uproar of riot, the hush of nightfall
Or sirens announcing the doom of us all
The triumph of failures who fought at all costs
Or despair of derelict dreamers who lost
Silence and space
Hungers to be momentary eternities
The furrows of ash left by passion and wrath
The faithless fixed stars over our wandering paths
As the moon moves the sea we could move these mountains
As comets drop to earth, so might empires end
As old suns explode rather than fall to dust
Let us steal fire and pay with our lives if we must
For if all this world is God’s
And man a mere plaything of laws and things
Then why not raze it all
And in destroying at least set sail on borrowed wing?
Anything other than what we have known
Strike the match, take a breath now: the hour has come
This is the end of the calendar, the Last Loosening!
Around and inside you
The violence you fear for or against it, it’s already here
It forged the cord that bound you to the ground it built these walls
Let’s Burn Them Down
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Catharsis Lyrics – Arsonist’s Prayer