All This Weaponry

Though a liar’s teeth will bite, bend, and misshape them
If they could only ignore me, they might find some company
Though I intend to abuse and forsake them
And all this weaponry has got us, breaking like dead trees
Instead of, swaying with the breeze like we’re designed to
And the difference in dust and gold is one is ancient, one is old
Both will change the path you find yourself resigned to
Living in the past will get you nowhere fast
And the future tense will only get your hopes up
And the present gone too soon will leave you pointing at the moon
Hanging at high noon unless you get your ropes cut
And all this weaponry has got us, breaking like dead trees
Instead of, swaying with the breeze like we’re designed to
And the difference in dust and gold is one is ancient, one is old
Both will change the path you find yourself resigned to
When the curtain comes to call, well there’ll be no time to stall
No speeches and no songs that match for tunes
And though you know them well, there’ll be no prophecies to tell
So leave 'em hidden in the tea leaves and spittoons
And all this weaponry has got us, breaking like dead trees
Instead of, swaying with the breeze like we’re designed to
And the difference in dust and gold is one is ancient, one is old
Both will change the path you find yourself resigned to