In the dark times

Will there be singing?

There will be singing

About the dark times

In our lifetimes

What are we seeing?

It’s just beginning

In our lifetimes

On the fault lines, of caste and class

The sidewalk cracks to free the dead at last

Does dispossession have a critical mass?

(Why even try to fix the broken glass?)

Borders, bunkers, burrowed in securities

They can bury themselves, (sounds good to me)

The myth of the west

Face down in our debts

It’s always bad news first

It’s only up from here if you expect the worst…

Just before it bursts!

Decay is your friend—(how bad can it get?)

Even empire’s end

Daily life is the scene of the crime…

Holy tantrum

Hostage, ransom

Those that defend the land

Are shot where they stand

On the front lines

Past is never past

The forest flares, war’s come home at last

Does decimation have a critical mass?

To choke the world in ash?

You’ll see, down in the debris

Life is temporary

Give them their gilded cells

Cause they’ve earned their hell

Chasing our extinction and we wonder why?

Curtains close

The storm before the calm

The center falls apart

If they can’t have it

Then no one can

One last gasp