Your inquisition
Is in denial
And there is
No justification
No consolation

The darkness envelopes
Your desires
But you should know
Erased by persistence
The ignominy of existence

Drum beats falling on
Up on your innermost heart
Raise your shackles
Pull the burden on
To where the lights lead on

Your destination
Is from your own heart
And there is
No alternation
No surrogation

So cut the rope and
Fall loosely, breathe in
The sweaty air, the despair
The broken heart of the land
The footprints on the sand

And drag the shackles
Till they crumble, or you do
Till your feet bleed
Till the very earth rumbles
Till the dictator humbles