~Sea paper scissor stones~

If you go to the sea...
please throw in a stone for me...
for then the ripples that follow travel to where the earth bleeds...

They wash over the pain...
travel back around again...
coming back as the tide with lost souls of the slain...

I’ll carry them with me...
until the day that I die...
and that alone old friend explains the look in my eyes...

When you start to cry...
and your tears come like a flood...
let them fall into an ocean that pays for all the blood...

Sea paper scissor stones...
a game we all know...
but they’re playing with a hand that makes us all miss a go...

We are all to blame...
when the wild cannons roar...
if we really wanted peace then we’d open up that door...

We could one day stay in bed...
fill the money men with dread...
for if we weren’t turning the cogs the machine would lay dead...

Oh we won’t hear your lies...
we won’t care what you say...
leave you bloody in your sorrow praying for yesterday...

Now are you done making martyrs...
for a news paper fix...
as you twist the words of one who writhes on your crucifix...

No you couldn’t just hear him...
as one speaking of love...
no you had to write a book that rains down fire from above...

Yes you kill all our prophets..
and corrupt all their seeds...
no not a lot has changed since old Gethsemane...

But I know what you fear...
you can’t keep the soul down...
and one day in our voices your dark souls will drown...

I hope we’ll come to see...
that we we're all born free...
and all you’ve got to do to get it back is throw away your greed...

So when you’re standing on the shore...
watching the sun go down...
sing this song and throw your stone and watch the waves come back around...



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