Close up your ears, shut out the light Lay down your arms and forget how to fight. Void out your mind and lay down to bed Say goodbye to the world when you put down your head
Will you see with the same eyes? Will sound ring in different tone? Will your body recall the way to move Or will it learn to move on its own?
And when you rise up When we rise again...
Blanks in the walls, blanks in the holes Spread out your arms and brace your souls Fresh ink is spilling on your front But watch your back. Watch your back.
We all return to the Planet. We all are afraid of the planet.
A past is a past wherever it's come City to stone, a knife for a gun And God is always watching you God is always watching you.
Blanks are stripped and spun and erased Laid out clean and facade replaced Painted over with different colors Different others, different others
Blanks in the walls, blanks in the holes Spread out your arms and brace your souls Fresh ink is spilling on your front But watch your back. Watch your back.
The etchings are still there. The carvings are still there.