the days have gotten shorter now and he can barely see
and when the sun has disappeared he'll let it buried be
he never fights the moon at all and feels its push and pull
and when he falls asleep tonight he'll ask to be its fool  
in slumber do the shadows often rearrange again
but when he has his eyes awake he'll walk away from them
his feet will not be rooted in the elements exposed
for he has found a hiding place for memories to go  
his thoughts will be the sermon he may never cease to tell
*"I'm not afraid to die," he said, "I bid you all farewell"

my hands are in my eyes today for all the world to see
and everything is Smaller than I ever thought it'd be  
I see so many people disconnected at the hand
and they all welcome madness they're not forced to understand
a turning of the Cheek is not a practice anymore
when stakes are cast like seconds while humility's ignored
there's nothing left to torture, barely anyone to blame
so stuck inside a storyline that always reads the same
but if we don't engage our time with empty bitter thoughts
the trains that move in Circles will eventually burn off
for when we start to recognize the motives others have
the judgements in themselves will disappear as they are passed
though time may still be wasted by the lot of those run
it will return to those who have been waiting for the sun

"My skin is always crawling," said the body to the soul
"I've turned into an ant but there is nowhere left to go"
the world is being eaten by the people being served
but I won't come to dinner lest I'm cooked to be observed
there seems to be a fire burning everything in sight
consuming with a fury those who fair a different fight
I may have lost some footing but I'll never lose my legs
I will not play accomplice to what everybody says
so catch me if you can and do whatever you so choose
you may have burned my body but I crawled away from you

our heads have been on fire for some decades and a half
and every kind of heat, I think, has burned upon our backs
with lacerated bodies let us come to make amends
to douse the flames with water there may never be again
may time be in our favor, grant us only just enough
to walk away a blueprint many brothers colored up
a city can be drawn you know, but compromised as well
if people living in it look for emptiness to sell
our sisters bore the weight of both the first and second drafts
but bluer than their bruises be a selflessness intact
and maybe we are bleeding, maybe soaking up the blood
let everyone examine what the heart is telling us