Our tongues laid to rest this argument..... could you ever understand, our hands grew cold......... standing on a cliff on borrowed timed and stacked knife edges...we hang posters and sing hallelujah ... we paint our selves so reverent .. but what happened to the fire in out stomaches... we say be quiet in this building but aren't we the building but we paint over our selves happy and sing cliches to tuck our selves in while our children perish in the street....... we put on masks saying it's all okay when there is a typhoon in our chests .....our feet so worn down but don't question.... our mouths are grave yards and these ghosts that come forth hang on our chains but still we tuck ourselves in with cliches while our children burn to ash..... we've been made mummies embalmed and wrapped so tight in tradition and laid in the coffin...but don't ask questions just eat what we are fed and if we feed long enough it becomes truth and if it's truth than it's sacrilege to speak... or long for something more than silence.... I want to talk swords of fire I want to change all my teeth for razor blades.. but still the vision is short sighted Help me remove these vultures from my heart and start fires again I am trying to start fires with filthy rags and will power.....We speak and teach about passion but are the first to kick it out if it doesn't fit in with siting down and being silent ........but still we all trying to get to heaven one catch phrase at a time.....one magic word at a time we appease our conscious by being well dressed in well dressed buildings but both our insides reflect our hollowness and layered pleasantries....I want to send thousands to flight with the beat of the drum but we are fighting for time with time against time and tradition....