The Triumph of Death - Brian McOmber

Sisters and Brothers, We have surely lost our way. In strip malls full of cancer, And a pathetic rain. Mother, sweet mother, Please don't discipline your hands. Just kiss me in the morning, In your dirtiest pants. We will find our way. We will find our way. There is beauty in this land, But I don't often see it. There is beauty in this land, But I don't often feel it. People are flowers, Musicians are Cowards! Let's argue in the kitchen, For hours and hours. Tomorrow is a travesty, Tomorrow should be ours. Musicians are Cowards! Musicians are Cowards! Musicians are Cowards! Musicians are Cowards! Musicians are Cowards! Musicians are Cowards! Musicians are Cowards! Musicians are Cowards! The soldiers with their specialists, And the pigs with their guns cannot stop, The lost ones and the desparate ones and the driven ones. The soldiers with their cigarettes, And the pigs with their guns cannot stop, The lonesome ones and the desparate ones and the smart ones. So come on friends, To the barricades again. So come on friends, To the barricades again. So come on friends, To the barricades again. So come on friends, To the barricades again. We will find our way, We will find our way.

I plead for men to hear This declaration from my soul I pray they turn their ears to true life Casting the anger of death aside The life of sacrifice met with such hostility Even to death, but raised up in victory How could this life bring so much pain? Day after day, after day It? s never over Until we shut our eyes for the very last time It? s never over Until the line flattens out Like death, the grave It waits, its anger is unrelenting Against all things, against all time and space Embrace the end You? ll think it? s over When you shut your eyes for the very last time You? ll think it? s over [Incomprehensible] Death scares me not Death scares me not Pleading for men to hear this declaration from my soul I pray they turn their itching ears Anger is near, death is waiting, the grave is calling Anger is near, death is waiting, the grave is calling

Last night I lay all in my dreams, when a rap At the door it startled me. And I heard those footsteps on the stairs, And I bade her; please come in. Come in, come in, my roving friend. Come in and rest awhile. For you've been gone so very long, It's nice to see you smile. Come in, come in, my wandering friend. Accept my welcome home. I hope you can stay a long, long while before you have to go. And she walked across the room to me, And then she sat right down with me, And told me that she had to leave. She could not stay for long. A child he held in his arms, a child that I Knew well through time, and told me that he had to leave. He had to take him home. She crossed the floor and moved away, And my heart said, "Stop her. Maker her stay." But I just showered myself in tears, for I just let her go. When I awoke I cried and cried, And went to sit by his graveside, And visit the child he left behind. Because he had to go. You must come back to me again. Accept the welcome I extend. I will not let you go this time, If only in my dreams. And yeah, though you walk ever on, May your heart be not weary but strong. And yeah, though you walk ever on, Through the valley of the shadow of death.

We have no future, heaven wasn't made for me We burn ourselves to hell as fast as it can be And I wish that I could be the king Then I'd know that I am not alone Maggots put on shirts, sell each others shit Sometimes I feel so worthless, sometimes I feel discarded I wish that I was good enough Then I'd know that I am not alone Death, it is policeman, death, it is the priest Death is the stereo, death is TV Death is the Tarot, death is an angel Death is our god, killing us all She put the seeds in me Plant this dying tree She's a burning string I'm just the ashes She put the seeds in me Plant this dying tree She's a burning string I'm just the ashes She put the seeds in me Plant this dying tree She's a burning string...