I stand at the end of the people’s hall, a million breaths behind me, a billion bodies beneath me
The world shatters into a million hearts, a million hearts shatter into a million worlds
I see a great slithering serpent on a throne, it’s roots well into the tainted land beneath it
I remember the tanks making eye contact with me and cracking the whip of dusk
I remember the eye contact piercing me like a million eyes or a million bullets
I remember avoiding eye contact with the tanks, and I lay me down
The righteous hooligan of liberty
The world shatters into a million hearts, a million hearts shatter into a million worlds
I see a great slithering serpent on a throne, it’s roots well into the tainted land beneath it
I remember the tanks making eye contact with me and cracking the whip of dusk
I remember the eye contact piercing me like a million eyes or a million bullets
I remember avoiding eye contact with the tanks, and I lay me down
The righteous hooligan of liberty
Forward, now, I take an escorted step, the light brigade behind me
One step, a million years pass through me and I almost slip back into the heart of darkness
I stumble, the world buckles, the mother of exiles shudders, and tyrants pretend
I remember the fence erected between me and someone making eye contact with me
I remember making eye contact until the wall was too high to bear
I remember eye contact with cave paintings, and I lay me down
The righteous sledgehammer of liberty
One step, a million years pass through me and I almost slip back into the heart of darkness
I stumble, the world buckles, the mother of exiles shudders, and tyrants pretend
I remember the fence erected between me and someone making eye contact with me
I remember making eye contact until the wall was too high to bear
I remember eye contact with cave paintings, and I lay me down
The righteous sledgehammer of liberty
I charge, now, a choir of a million bells behind me ringing with the urgency of possession
My sword weights heavy on my soul, so I must wonder how the serpent must feel
A million tons fall from heaven unto the castle if the shadow of death and the bottom falls out
I remember a reluctance for freedom and eye contact with Adam and Eve
I remember eye contact with a billion people going quietly into that good furnace
I remember looking at a heart of darkness, the valley of the shadow of death, and I lay me down
The righteous Sword of liberty
My sword weights heavy on my soul, so I must wonder how the serpent must feel
A million tons fall from heaven unto the castle if the shadow of death and the bottom falls out
I remember a reluctance for freedom and eye contact with Adam and Eve
I remember eye contact with a billion people going quietly into that good furnace
I remember looking at a heart of darkness, the valley of the shadow of death, and I lay me down
The righteous Sword of liberty
I charge, now, a choir of a million bells behind me ringing with the urgency of possession
My sword weights heavy on my soul, so I must wonder how the serpent must feel
A million tons fall from heaven unto the castle if the shadow of death and the bottom falls out
I remember a reluctance for freedom and eye contact with Adam and Eve
I remember eye contact with a billion people going quietly into that good furnace
I remember looking at a heart of darkness, the valley of the shadow of death, and I lay me down
The righteous Sword of liberty
My sword weights heavy on my soul, so I must wonder how the serpent must feel
A million tons fall from heaven unto the castle if the shadow of death and the bottom falls out
I remember a reluctance for freedom and eye contact with Adam and Eve
I remember eye contact with a billion people going quietly into that good furnace
I remember looking at a heart of darkness, the valley of the shadow of death, and I lay me down
The righteous Sword of liberty
All fronts, together now, I fall upon the best with the retribution of a trillion suns
My sword proceeds with the natural course of history, adding one more tyrant to the pile
Light crackles from the serpent’s head and I am blinded and bathed by Imprisoned lightning
And I remember a little man in a field of tanks
And I remember a crack in the wall
And I remember the army of the free
And I remember seeing over the mountaintop, and I lay me down
The happy warrior of liberty
My sword proceeds with the natural course of history, adding one more tyrant to the pile
Light crackles from the serpent’s head and I am blinded and bathed by Imprisoned lightning
And I remember a little man in a field of tanks
And I remember a crack in the wall
And I remember the army of the free
And I remember seeing over the mountaintop, and I lay me down
The happy warrior of liberty
Now, the imprisoned lightning crackles across the oceans and beckons the return of the exiles
And before me, lays the Leviathan, its eyes stay closed as it melts back into mud
A billion rise from the mud, given form by the great colossus who opens the golden gate
I walk towards the beast, now made the mud from whence it came, and wrestle the laurels
I cast them into the flame that now seemed eternal
And upon what must have been its head, I lay my crown of thorns, and I lay me down
The righteous hand of liberty
And before me, lays the Leviathan, its eyes stay closed as it melts back into mud
A billion rise from the mud, given form by the great colossus who opens the golden gate
I walk towards the beast, now made the mud from whence it came, and wrestle the laurels
I cast them into the flame that now seemed eternal
And upon what must have been its head, I lay my crown of thorns, and I lay me down
The righteous hand of liberty
