oh, peace.

for centuries we've battled the dark
with sheer and spiritual sparks
handfuls still wonder of light,
whisper the sun will rise again
but we slaughter our need for warmth
with stoic and calculated murder
we learn to drift and swagger
from our hearts and from our minds
but let us not be hopeless,
for you will quench our desperate tongues
thy wise and omnipotent word
is a fucking lamp unto our feet.

for decades we've closed our eyes
while red dust on logic grows
we nourish and bathe our lies
but in our souls we know
that freedom offers us all a stable and steady hand
but the cold metal pressed to my palm
doesn't create in me a bigger man
courage, o sacred one, grant us the tools to finish
to dole out honesty and corrupted justice with fast and intoxicated guns

for days you've quenched our thirst
still sands we have crawled
but we'll be finished grains with saharra dust
when the seas whistle us in
we'll collapse into the arms
of a salty and sturdy embrace
under comets and sweeping leaves
we'll leave our old skin like snakes
and time will never follow and sorrow becomes unraveled
and we'll blaze with the flames of a infinite amount of suns