Shame

Shame Shame pulls the thread Shame is the flour that makes up our bread Ashamed to be seen Ashamed to come clean Our shame is the water that runs down the stream Stolen away The keys to the tomb A glorious garden so verdant in bloom A river run dry A red-painted sky All servants of faith fill the night with their cry Still stoned Stoned in the street Stoned for the rhythm the heart longs to beat Betrayed for a kiss A nail through the wrist The shatter of bone from a cast iron fist Time turned sideways Life so fractured Take my hand dear 'Cause all roads lead here Shame Shame carved in stone Shame is the statues not yet overthrown Shame in the lung Ashamed to have sung Ashamed of the words to have split from this tongue The breaking of glass A temple in flame A man hangs from a cross with no eyelids or name A life for a life An eye for an eye? He opened his mouth now he's sentenced to die There's blood Blood on our hands Blood is the essence that's bound to these lands No words can explain How deep strikes the pain How cold strikes the fear that has soaked with the rain So tear them apart The lines on the page Constructed by fools and the wars that they wage Reclaim your truth Reclaim your youth Now is the time to renounce from the roof Now is the time