violent cremation
mantles for memory
hospits from destruction
candles for creation
name tags and a clean flag
stained soil stained clothing
stoic salt does cave in
collective catacomb
there
is no consolation
candles and creation
burn on and burning out
children men and women
nations...people
in consolidation
of faith with loaded weapons
leave candles, of creation
soaring skies break the blue
crumble to concrete tombs
twisted out metal urns
dooms' in such construction
nostalgia forever
never taste the new promise
killed the last unicorn
just cannot justify
there
is no consolation
candles and creation
burn on and burning out
children men and women
nations...people
in consolidation
of faith with loaded weapons
leave candles, of creation
leave candles, of creation
i woke one morning
and walked outside
candles in all the yards
candles at playgrounds
candles at bus stops
candles up the stairs to
where you lay in bed
just a candle now
burning on in my head
lies have kicked up dust
that souls would never rest
and from some satalite
candles seen everywhere
violent cremation
mantles for memory
hospits from destruction
candles for creation
soaring skies break the blue
bringing on extinction
name tags and clean flags
theres no collatoral damage
there
is no consolation
candles and creation
burn on and burning out
children men and women
nations...people
in consolidation
of faith with loaded weapons
leave candles, of creation
leaving candles, of creation
no one has a right to decide
who has to spend life talking
to a photo and candle
by a bed where one still lays
burning on in a head
candles and creation
i propose a duel instead
let the presidents have at it