Repeating history a redundant paradigm


Sides send their pawns

The early morning movement

The final stand

Sending up the sun of man


Sides send their children 

Sides pulling men from their houses

Men from their lands


This story is told a million times by the light of this T.V. screen

One shot will trump the rest one makes the rest unseen

My only battle my only cause

To keep your from their clutches

To keep you from their pawns


The race to beat the trail of the low hung stars

Careening towards our feet make the earth shake hard


Run but stay away from the hills

Thats where they all will come

Gather what we can were leaving by the dark of night

Quiet among the fire

Quiet beneath the fight


Duck behind me , run

Hold your head down, run


Well hide among the rich who have the answers

Leaving all the poor whove turned to ashes

Morals we must disguise


Ferried on the backs of those who burn beneath us


Material world will finally save us

Carry all of us up through the heavens

Morals they have no price


Buried in, down beneath, hide your eyes, from the rich