Fit For The Fire

You can twist and squirm as much as you like
From this truth about our behaviour
But as sure as we misplaced ourselves
The monsters who talk of a saviour
Become the guides and the sheep and defenders of hell
As we plummet to a new spirit level
Peddling the supertribe superbribe of buy and sell
And look out for your own devil
Muck spreading commandments sound bites and rules
As thick as required for control
So that the masses may function as soldiers and tools
In the mindless pursuit of the role
Of spokesman for the white-out the rape and the lie
The ape with a gun at the head
Of the brother who once picked the ticks from his back
Before paradise was dead

But this shady season will bow to reason in the end
As the developing ages turn the wheels and the pages and mend
There’ll be no more soul silencing the victims of violence in the name
Of a fairytale figure as you finger the trigger and aim

And to think of the chance in human being at all
And how that was the god that that decided
The brew that saw dew on the leaves of Utopia
And contentment in those who resided
In the Eden before it lost control
As it’s genius genus Homo child raced
Ahead of itself losing sight sense and soul
With his chance in a universe to waste
Farming the fear from the flock for the fight
To fund a mental lie
Bereft of tolerance wisdom or sight
Shooting the birds from the sky
Clipping their wings stripping their skins
Washing the thoughts from their brains
Impaling a cross in the heart of their tribe
Drawing the blood from their veins

It’s on the way getting closer each day that you breathe
You’ve very few tricks save your sticks to make free minds believe
That it’s a judge with a grudge a heaven and hell
This crap that you pass to me’s the ultimate blasphemy
If anything’s fit for the fire it’s the tolling of the bell