Swastika

If i would let you into my heart
Would you thank the lord would you tear it apart
And if words could talk the monster down
Would you leave it alive or go in for the strike
And if dark were over thrown by the light
Would the night turn to day
Would it all turn to gray
And if time could tell you whose in charge
Would you follow their lead?
Would you plot their defeat.
Gains before sorrow came
Gains far less
Evil brought stronger eyes
Stronger eyes
My sight is terrible son
Terrible son
But i could hear you from
Miles away
If violence was all that you knew
Would you seek the whole truth
Or stand next to the troops
And if fever were to swell the whole land
Would you paint yourself red
Or put ice to it’s head
And if jesus were to rise and to slay
Would you tell him to go?
Would you ask him to stay?
And if you would let me into your heart
Would i thank the lord
Would i tear it apart
If flesh could crawl back to the bone
From terrors
Build tiny sacred biolimbs from the marrow
(then) the pilot may stand or talk
Like a fellow
But he’s nothing more then pieces
Over a hollow
It is the same exact team
It is a walking pathway
And once your headed down it
There ain’t no turning back
Our words are cautionary
Because words are fun to say
You’ve got a lot to carry
But once your there you stay there
They arrived at my bed
Holding things they’d like to show
After all
They still cling
To my eyes
And the words that they said
That still echo through my mind.
Hell, they’re the words i couldn’t find
On my own