Make The Class War The Last War

When the September rains came The hours passed me by In long nights waking Dreaming of another life Despite the cold delusions In my calcified heart I could swear I heard your voice Whispering my name Our bond had grown brittle and frail Two straining links on a rusting chain Those whispers had been a warning Of the longest years still to come Dull eyed and world weary I walked down familiar roads In the wake of your absence All the while i was lost in My reveries of our bygone nights Drenched, submerged, never clean I relive bygone days I relive the broken things Pay my penance again & again Wading waters of my previous sins When the September rains came for me I was abandoned, soaked to my bones Like stormswept ships lost in ocean mist Without a way back home

These fog swept streets run crooked Concrete courtyards without courtiers Abandoned pools and ill-kept gardens Harbor no men nor their ghosts Down corridors in this antique city My breathless voice echoes, lonely Longing for grace in the faded murals But finding the deliverance here malformed Longing for grace in the faded murals The frozen saint offers no convalescence His stare spreads over my skin And cyan glow scatters across the marble Longing for grace in the faded murals But finding the deliverance here malformed All the wasted years take hold of me In the reflection of a dried heart mosaic The warrior-saint stares grieving From the reflection in a dried heart mosaic As I'm cleansed in the cathedral's clear blue water The old man's boreal halo alights the shadows Like endless, haggard and forgotten stars Scattered across the long fled heavens His stare spreads over my skin And cyan glow scatters across the marble Longing for grace in the faded murals But finding the deliverance here malformed All the wasted years take hold of me In the reflection of a dried heart mosaic The warrior-saint stares grieving From the reflection in a dried heart mosaic

The quiet city gnaws at me As the last lights dim on the streets Draped in shadows of those left behind In active portions of grand designs, in which we're to die Designs which birthed fury, savagery in wounded hearts Rage of gentle men erupts As visions of the future Fall apart There is no place of healing It all falls apart The bodies lie beneath cold sands The sacrifices have no meaning Swept away on blood-dimmed tides One by one, every star Ripped from the sky Another sacrifice Never again In crumbling, charred-black husks We lay our heads to rest Foul and graceless overindulgence Scatter those that remain Amidst the sound of carrion birds Laughing They said they'd lead us to paradise But this is no Eden Amidst the sound of carrion birds Laughing Where only violence brings comfort Ash and debris abound Amidst the sound of carrion birds Laughing They said they'd lead us to paradise But this is no Eden There are no angels here Amidst the sound of carrion birds Laughing Their gardens must burn down