and so tomorrow there will be another number
for the one who had a name
a desert wind and a perverse desire to win
history buried in shame
are those beating drums
celebration guns
the thunder and the laughter
the last thing they remember and then the next day
how wil you know your enemy
by their color or your fear
one by one you can cage them
in your freedom
make them all disappear
six hundred
sixty six hundred sixty days
two gaurds
one uncharged
this morning's paper's ink
stains my fingers
my hands grow darker
every day
are the beating drums
celebration guns
the thunder and the laughter
the last thing they remember
are the beating drums
celebration guns
the thunder and the laughter
the last thing they remember
goodnight, sleep light, stranger