Ah, you must have been born deaf
and remained so all this time
and kept your face turned away
from the horrors of the world

Now you've come outside
and all you hear is screams
rising all around
no wonder you're afraid

After all, you were made for finer things
not the clash of riots
or the theft of inner peace

So life has prepared you well
for sitting safe behind walls
using bodies of men as shields
as whips when shields won't do

Hide until the world is quiet
hide as the lights go out
the songs disappear

Then such a brave figure you'll cut
all righteous fury
uniform silhouettes
the mask of order
hiding the heart of a mob

This profusion of color
must be a shock
no wonder you're afraid

But oh, to be out there in the tumult
dust on the air, blood in our veins

See how we dance
in the dust and clay
even when blood spills
even with dogs among us

Here is the sense of purpose that you lack
even with the might of
all these faceless drones gathered around
the only power that you hold
use it once and it's gone

See how we dance
not the twitch of puppet strings
not a thirst for finer things
not some need to be seen to control
from many mouths
one voice rises up

Even in your high white hall
even with doors locked and barred
however you might rage
wherever you might hide

Hark, the herald king of shit
cowering there behind his wall
until the sun came through the gate
burned it all down to ash

I can see it rising