Lines in the Sand

Stakes piled high across the land We play a royal hand From castles made of sand Bodies hanging by a fine line Feeding serpentine relations With dissenting smiles Draw the line, Draw the line This placid illusion fading The colors all rearranging In the gray, I stand alone The memories that haunt me Cannot be responsible For the wretch before you now Cross the line, and you'll find that we don't belong on either side An affront to these shallow trenches So hastily inked in conquest All the pieces in play for the gambit Nameless faces erased As shooting stars fill the skies with violence On the shoulders of hungry giants O, how their constellations grow (Hold the line, Hold the line) With your bloodstained banner to justify our lust Transcribe the epics of heroism Notarized in the blood of villains To the victor, the spoils of perdition Battered borders redrawn and partitioned (Reparation through starvation) With this Carthaginian piece of the banquet (Don the shame as this indignation is) Stowed away in the depths of abasement (Blur the line, Blur the line) Between saint and savage to justify our lust Will this hunger deny forever?