Huddle Hobble - Kill Switch...Klick

Tall times not flexible

The bitter taste of hate and ash

Shatter the endless fear

Becon the trepid tear

So silent in passing

A dawn whose breath is spent

In this I see you

Gulls rise in solemn instinct

Terror clings to fatal cliffs

Against the depress ocean pull

And though I scream my mouth has no rewards

Sounds that climb, sounds that die

The fate of words against the sky

In this I hear you

I don’t know why you offer

Like a lamb being led to the slaughter

You push and scream and falter

A sacrifice on the altar

I cannot give you comfort

The time and lines that distort

It’s not your way of being

It’s what you are not seeing

I don’t know why you offer

Waist high in all the slaughter

The time we live must falter

The silent faces on the altar

Why you offer

Our crisis moves in huddle hobble

Deserving spit thin faces stare

To know this place and still disagree

To tempt the temple that was always she

The sentence kills the inner drive

Roads to see but not to thrive

In this I know you