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Ah, you must have been born deaf

and remained so all this time

and kept your face turned away

from the horrors of the world

Now you've come outside

and all you hear is screams

rising all around

no wonder you're afraid

After all, you were made for finer things

not the clash of riots

or the theft of inner peace

So life has prepared you well

for sitting safe behind walls

using bodies of men as shields

as whips when shields won't do

Hide until the world is quiet

hide as the lights go out

the songs disappear

Then such a brave figure you'll cut

all righteous fury

uniform silhouettes

the mask of order

hiding the heart of a mob

This profusion of color

must be a shock

no wonder you're afraid

But oh, to be out there in the tumult

dust on the air, blood in our veins

See how we dance

in the dust and clay

even when blood spills

even with dogs among us

Here is the sense of purpose that you lack

even with the might of

all these faceless drones gathered around

the only power that you hold

use it once and it's gone

See how we dance

not the twitch of puppet strings

not a thirst for finer things

not some need to be seen to control

from many mouths

one voice rises up

Even in your high white hall

even with doors locked and barred

however you might rage

wherever you might hide

Hark, the herald king of shit

cowering there behind his wall

until the sun came through the gate

burned it all down to ash

I can see it rising