Shame
Shame pulls the thread
Shame is the flour that makes up our bread
Ashamed to be seen
Ashamed to come clean
Our shame is the water that runs down the stream
Stolen away
The keys to the tomb
A glorious garden so verdant in bloom
A river run dry
A red-painted sky
All servants of faith fill the night with their cry
Still stoned
Stoned in the street
Stoned for the rhythm the heart longs to beat
Betrayed for a kiss
A nail through the wrist
The shatter of bone from a cast iron fist
Time turned sideways
Life so fractured
Take my hand dear
'Cause all roads lead here
Shame
Shame carved in stone
Shame is the statues not yet overthrown
Shame in the lung
Ashamed to have sung
Ashamed of the words to have split from this tongue
The breaking of glass
A temple in flame
A man hangs from a cross with no eyelids or name
A life for a life
An eye for an eye?
He opened his mouth now he's sentenced to die
There's blood
Blood on our hands
Blood is the essence that's bound to these lands
No words can explain
How deep strikes the pain
How cold strikes the fear that has soaked with the rain
So tear them apart
The lines on the page
Constructed by fools and the wars that they wage
Reclaim your truth
Reclaim your youth
Now is the time to renounce from the roof
Now is the time