BURN DOWN THE CHOIR WITH WHORE’S FIRE AND DEVIL’S IRE (Aka Striking These Chords)
Don’t be alarmed, there’s no choice as to when it’s your time.
Instead of acting kind, show your teeth and I will show you mine.
It’s not about the rope you climb as much as it’s about the height.
And what you neglect will eventually bind.
I swear it’s lost – the light we were given.
Six feet, dig it deep, bury me now.
Well, I shouldn’t talk of the torch or its burning.
I was one of the mouths blowing it out.
Now forced to choose between who you will and will not side.
Taken for a ride even though I’m on the drivers side.
Dismantled what was mine to start.
Embrace remains to start with new art.
So I’ll take these crumbs to feast upon new ones.
I haven’t got the apology you’ve given.
Knowing me and knowing you, you’ll never live it down.
The blood-thirsty stop, but only when they’re chewing.
Quenching their thirst from the veins I guard.
I swear I’m not forcing my dominion.
Glowing with irony, let it be found.
I can smell the rot, still miles from the ruin.
I find a recovery through words that I sing.
I’m striking these chords/cords so you can feel it.
We’ve gotta have what we’ve gained a taste for,
And what we see that’s lying around.
We’re far too high to help each other down.
We’ve got it back; desire to declare war.
So why are we still standing around?
We’ve got nothing to be fighting about.
But that hasn’t stopped us before…