war comes too soon war to the knife
all that is past returns now to the fore
hell is the memory of days of yore
the planet is a single field of strife
the enemy is always at the door
war comes too soon war to the knife
to speak of terror is to speak of life
of fabled peace we now will have no more
all of our weapons have come out of store
war comes too soon war to the knife
no time for meeting
all that we know is open
light chases shadow
the day grows warmer
we wonder where the rain is
hidden from our dry hearts
all that is told cannot be heard
you won't allow the wise to speak
the very thought of liberty's absurd
all that is told cannot be heard
the greatest danger is the spoken word
the only weapon left now to the weak
all that is told cannot be heard
you won't allow the wise to speak
the glass that shatters now was never whole
you aren't expected to deal with such tripe
each one of us has to relearn their role
the diligent know they'll score goal after goal
there's always something coming down the pipe
the glass that shatters now was never whole
we burrow onwards everyone's a mole
worried we know about the ones who snipe
each one of us has to relearn their role
with all the punches we know we must roll
but still in spite of facts we need to gripe
the glass that shatters now was never whole
only the liars will say they never stole
or else they'll use a euphemism like swipe
each one of us has to relearn their role
the whole of life comes down to a small dole
we wonder why its fruits never come ripe
the glass that shatters now was never whole
each one of us has to relearn their role
how much of truth is hidden by a veil
we cannot know we're simply not mature
the whole of judgment is set up to fail
how much of truth is hidden by a veil
each mouth is flapping like an empty sail
we know enough to know we're not secure
how much of truth is hidden by a veil
we cannot know we're simply not mature
the wall says nothing and we are dismayed
all of our hopes are glued in place by grief
we worry that the maker's a true thief
we aren't expected now to make the grade
but still we know the whole thing's a belief
the wall says nothing and we are dismayed
in early afternoon there's little shade
no places where we can find some relief
the day is long and we still want it brief
the wall says nothing and we are dismayed
there are no limits to normal desire
we want the world and we will want more
we're each the solo act in the great choir
there are no limits to normal desire
we don't like either choice of ice or fire
the ones who force us will be shown the door
there are no limits to normal desire
we want the world and we will want more
the coldest blood lives on the hottest days
all that is hidden lives within the shade
we don't expect them all out on parade
serpent and scorpion fear those searing rays
there's something evil looming in the haze
heat makes the best of us sober and staid
but beasts move slowly up the slightest grade
most life goes on unnoticed by our gaze
these numbers mean so little till we feel
the weight of sunlight on our naked heads
and note the silence of this afternoon
a little time outside and we would reel
our minds recalling the most ancient dreads
there's greater madness now than under moon
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