Pilgrim (pt 2)

The wires have tightened like overgrown vines And the fires have brightened and blinded our eyes The rivers are flowing with honey and blood Let's swim in the torrent, we've suffered Enough of you This nation is crawling, her mission is shot And missiles are falling like hailstones from G_d So break every window and burn every flag The only good bottle is stuffed with a rag Here's one for you