THE BLADE

I see swastikas, hammers with sickles

Fields of wild flowers, assassins and cripples

I will stab you with all my empty hours

And lay for you wreaths of dead flowers

I will stab you with a flag and a cause

Now a veil for whores

I will stab you with ideals long spent

And a conscience that bent

I will drown you in the lakes of my tears

Some as shallow as hope, some as deep as my fears

I will bury you in failure's fields

Where I sprang from, where I belong

On my horizon I see a shimmering light

As sure, as the night

I walk on black sands towards the sea of ice

My fate is inscribed on the blade of a knife

On the blade of a knife