The Hanging Blade

Too close

To not get involved

Way too far

To see the shapes in the sky

Knowledge does not flow from a dead race

And death comes

Following a beam of light

Like severed senses

So easy to lure us away

To make sure we stay on track

That there is no one to warn

About the train

What does it matter now

Who got to be wrong or right

We all are burned the same

Not one of us gets to stay

We all had our options

We just chose to give 'em away

For a moment of passion

To sound out a worthless voice in the wind

Rain comes down on us

Air seems to stop its move

Sing a song while we wait

Overture to connect the ends

Behold

The hanging blade

Looming still

To cut us on command

Remind us

What we are worth

Sing a song

While we wait for demise