witheren - balled fists lyrics
balled fists in pockets
browsing hope stalls
at the markets
with gritted t–th…
holding back the words
like sheathed swords
rusted to the hilt
waiting for blood to be spilt…
and be drawn once more
to cut through the quiet
desperation of our times
it’s hardly a conspiracy
the obscenity imposed
by forces we endorse
for fear of worse
or preoccupation
with our more immediate course
but what can there be done ?
hope for something else long gone
our prospects as traumatic
as the pain inflicted throughout all history
still aching in our collective memory
as more’s heaped on every day
sword in its sheath
by my side
grind my t–th
as my hand
remains still
i must fight
my own will
my own thirst
for justice
i watch this
as i did
as i do
every time
for unseen
i must stay
to live on
’til the day
of revenge
but what can there be done ?
hope for something else long gone
our prospect as traumatic
as the pain inflicted throughout all history
still aching in our collective memory
as more’s heaped on every day
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