Harbinger

You are running 'round, a dead-end street Chasing down, your enemy When he's on the ground, beneath your final blow He cries, "Don't you recognize me? I'm your brother" When the rains come, when the rains come Will you build your boat or burn your neighbor's down? You are sacred now, in your bones and skin In your fortress walls, gossamer thin And you dream at night, on a feather bed That rests upon the backs of the dead When the trumpets sound, when the trumpets sound When the trumpets sound, will you drown them out as well? What is left to purify? Can't you see your reflection in the floodwater? Will you claim your name as it is wiped from the stone? Will you tremble at the sight of the harbinger? When the rains come, when the rains come, when the rains come Will you build your boat or burn your neighbor's down?