red as blood

grasp the eagle in both hands until it melts away
do you have the strength to look into the mirror?
there is no will without a purpose
passion: the essence of our truth

reach out and touch the sky
dismantle legacies

sucking at the breast of power
the milk of hate intoxicates
the aging and the joyless
the self-less and sedate
still longing for belonging
within the heart of war-machines
these altars of denial
this violence of routine

steal the colour of the stars
dig up the sands beneath paving stones
as the sunrise dances out across the water
like liquid fire
we'll name these chains as ours to break

will you suffocate
in this vaccuous self-loathing?
find comfort
in the hymns of industry?
when the hammer falls upon you
will you tell me?
is it hard to pray
with all that blood
upon your hands?

steal the colour of the stars
dig up the sands beneath the paving stones
as the sunrise dances out across the water like liquid fire
sail the currents of the clouds
into the heart of summer's breath
the poetry of action in our hands
we'll name these chains as ours to break

reach out and touch the sky
dismantle legacies
reach out and touch the sky
dream a new dream

a new day's dawn beyond horizons is opening
exploding, burning in your breast: trascendence, volition
young and strong forever