Till our souls meet unbottled from song
we keep pace the coal needs chugging along
cold streets feel exasperation fogging the lens
staring dull stuck in pretend dreams of someone that's wrong
tangled in the catcher that weaves in corner
steeped incorporeal stew, bones seeping morrow
When a fire is too bright for loose pupils
clasp of hands grasp the mantle till it's still
bad apples that fall impregnate the soil
perpetuating the hate nestled in spoils
stand as the old who wrestled the past, too callused
new seeds acclimatized the fast food pallete
poet of jibbered pages, scripture of an ablaze hedge
storyteller telling excerpts of mazes
sages and wizards severed from their apex
saints never to break bread, just exit stage left

the crop grows, harvests of tribe
Concrete jungle from pebbles and loam
after war cries tremble the stone
sprouts arise we resettle our home

peddlers, thugs, fiends crooks in the slum
makes one false look and he's gone
despicable odds, within vertical backdrop
invisible bars from the pedestal to the bedrock
lyrical wax off, of imperial rapture
beefing over spilled milk, blood, burials stead of love
cast stones, lost siblings your deprived from
seek atonement as the tenants of the tyrant
obscuring sufferers to lessen the shame
lash their faces till the expression fades
snake oil from the cobra king, soak the limbs
saturate the garden flowers poisoned within
hold the chalice of wealth of kings, palace of hell
dull the malice of self with drink, the cellars swell
the waves hit the wall till it corrodes
fades to silence, the violence stills to a slow

the crop grows, harvests of tribe
Concrete jungle from pebbles and loam
after war cries tremble the stone
sprouts arise we resettle our home
after war cries (and tears that follow)
warriors mobilizing
blood seep from our bones to the loam
sprouts arise, we resettle our home