Killers wander in our midst
Killers raising out wide a fist
Stand up and be discounted
Stand up and be surmounted.
Streets are not yours or mine
Streets are cleared of all time
A bright red path that begins to congeal
A path of treachery we dare not feel
A lingering melancholy of the masses
Let them raise their weary glasses
A pause, a muse, a truce for what
A cry, a tear, a scream forgot
A subterfuge of the self appointed
A bottle of darkness anointed
Break the camel’s back
Break the relentless attack
All I want to hear is the fall
All I want to hear is the call
It will be music to ease my fears
It will be a wipe to dry my tears
Wait for the rain that falls in floods
Wait for the stain to be cleaned with blood
A flag raised with power and might
Arms that hold it shining with light
The tyranny of the tyrant no more
Irony of the mouse that once roared