The gold stops us |
| The gold always did |
| The gold took more lives than Uranium |
| Than Plutonium |
| Pandemonium… |
The thunder approaches |
| The heavy sighing of the monster… |
| Come to break the heavy weather |
| Come to silence all the singing birds |
| Tearing up the sky like paper |
| White-welding through dark steel of clouds |
| And the release of the sudden rain |
The gold stops us |
| The gold always did |
| The gold took more lives than Uranium |
| Than Plutonium. Pandemonium. |
| The Gold! |
Jet engines and demolition |
| And the summer rain |
| Like finding a lost child |
The roads are travelled by many |
| Like promises of peace |
| And some choose not to go |
| The f e a r looks like bravado |
| It always did |
| I see them waiting, smiling |
| On the borders in dawn's mist |
| Or lost to the world in their upturned boats |
| I'll be free or I'll die trying to be |
| Trying to BE. |