Floodgates from Insignificant Sacrifices by Bleach For The Stars

IT HAS BEEN SAID
IT WILL ALWAYS BE SAID
THE SHADOWS OF WARM BLOOD
HAVE PAWNED OFF THEIR RED
THE HANDS STRETCHING DOWN FOR A THOUSAND YEARS
ARE CLENCHED TO WET FISTS
FORGING WEAPONS WITH TEARS

AND IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN SAID
IT WILL ALWAYS BE SAID
THE FLOODGATES ARE OPEN
THE FUTURE IS BLED
THE LIVING HUSKS TIED UP
IN GADGETS AND TOYS
ALL PANTOMIME PERVERTS
APPLAUDING WITH NOISE

THE TIDE IS WASHING OVER
IT CAN WASH YOUR WILL APART
DOWN ON STALE GROUND
IN A CAGE IN THE DARK
IN THE RIBS OF THE CITY
IN ART'S DISLOCATED HEAD
IN THE GOLD SMILES STICKING
TO AN UNMADE BED

THE TIDE IS WASHING OVER
FULL OF FLOTSAM AND DEBRIS
AND THE STATUES AND THE STATUTES
ARE ALL WASHED AWAY FOR FREE
THE TIDE IS WASHING OVER
AND IT'S CARRYING A PLAGUE
OF EVERYTHING THAT CAN BE CHEAP
LIKE BREAKING HONOUR FROM THE BRAVE

LIKE HERDING MEN INTO THE SEA
TO LEAD A CHARGE AGAINST THE FREE
TO STEAL THEIR WEALTH TO BUILD A MAZE
TO LOCK THE PRISONERS IN FOR DAYS
SO THEY CAN PAINT THE WALLS WITH GREY
AND STAGE A TRIAL LIKE A PLAY
AND THEN HANG EVERYONE INSIDE
AND TELL THEIR RELATIVES THEY LIED
AND THAT THEY JUST NEEDED TO DIE
AND IT'S THE SPIRIT OF THE TIMES
BESIDES ONE MUST PRIORITIZE
AND REALLY IT'S NOT LIKE THEY TRIED
OR HAD A SINGLE THING TO SAY
THAT MIGHT HAVE CHANGED A SINGLE MIND
AND THEY WERE EVIL MEN BESIDES
AND THEN DENY IT HAPPENED LIKE THAT ANYWAY
AND THEN DENY IT HAPPENED LIKE THAT ANYWAY

IT HAS BEEN SAID
IT WILL ALWAYS BE SAID
THE SHADOWS OF WARM BLOOD
HAVE PAWNED OFF THEIR RED
THE HANDS STRETCHING DOWN FOR A THOUSAND YEARS
ARE CLENCHED TO WET FISTS
FORGING WEAPONS WITH TEARS

THE TIDE IS WASHING OVER
IT CAN WASH YOUR WILL AWAY
DOWN ON STALE GROUND
IN A CAGE IN THE DARK
IN THE RIBS OF A CITY
IN ART'S DISLOCATED HEAD
IN THE GOLD SMILES STICKING
TO AN UNMADE BED

IT'S EASIER TO GRAZE THE SCREEN
IT'S EASIER TO MARCH IN LINE
WITH ALL THE BITTER NIHILISTIC LIARS
WHO CORRODE YOUR SPINES
THE ELEPHANT HAS FILLED THE ROOM
BUT IT'S EASIER WITH EYES LOCKED DOWN
TRANSHUMAN WASTE
AND WRETCHED TASTES
UNPOLISHED BOOT-HEELS STAMPING ON A CROWD

IT HAS BEEN SAID
IT WILL ALWAYS BE SAID
THE SHADOWS OF WARM BLOOD
HAVE PAWNED OFF THEIR RED
THE HANDS STRETCHING DOWN FOR A THOUSAND YEARS
ARE CLENCHED TO WET FISTS
FORGING WEAPONS WITH TEARS

AND IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN SAID
IT WILL ALWAYS BE SAID
THE FLOODGATES ARE OPEN
THE FUTURE IS BLED
THE LIVING HUSKS TIED UP
IN GADGETS AND TOYS
ALL PANTOMIME PERVERTS
APPLAUDING WITH NOISE

YOU CAN DENY IT HAPPENED LIKE THIS ANYWAY
YOU CAN DENY IT HAPPENED LIKE THIS ANYWAY
YOU CAN DENY IT HAPPENED LIKE THIS ANYWAY

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