New Fire

Iron the skin Nurture the grave The ground under your feet is nothing But ashes and remains Dry lungs spit dust From another time Circling the rumor The end's around the corner It's burnt on the wings of the flies Carved on the tongues of the parasites There are whispers and signs It's far from over It's time for new cries For new blood For new fire When old fire Is nothing but smoke The old fire is cold The wings of the flies The tongues of the parasites A protest is breath wasted Yet the desperate will plead The wings of the flies The tongues of the parasites Time eats like acid A scythe through a weed Throw the dice and it is done Mathematics of the universe Cut the hair you're hanging on Spit the fated path right in the face Walk on ashes of the gods All that were and all to come Born of stars, of blood and fire If god is alone, man is alone Alone on mountain Alone in the sea In vanity and pogrom of reason In dread of growth past infancy In fear of truth In fear of vision As all that can be will be done In fear of greatness And ambition If god is alone, man is alone Now I fear nothing For one day It'll all get taken away