The Line
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I walk across the bridge that joins irony in steel
Halfway I meet the sign
It speaks to me of something that exists
Well I can't see it
It seems that there's this line; it splits a river
Further down in deep woods
Animals just wander oblivious to violations
Now it seems a harmless thing
But someday I might have to search you; strip you down
Now it seems a harmless thing
But someday I might be forced to lock you up
Once it seemed a harmless thing
Now I've put a bullet through you
Gray inside and out; consoled by motion
Facedown past the steps and then the brick fronts
Vaguely past one church and then another
Unaware past gray cut stone
Now I'm in but don't know why; why?
Dim and empty color on the pews
I kneel and don't even care why; why?
Quiet; sounds like Jesus talking
Some dead piece of me comes back to life
Why, why, why, why, why?
Now peace seems a simple thing
But someday I might be taught to hate you
Consolation mine for joining
Whose way must I turn my back to?
Will your god become my devil?
And killing you; my prayer
I refuse; I deny
Lost the eyes that saw your lines
Empty sockets pour in light
(Guitar solo)
I refuse; I deny; I won't choose
Never saw you color-coded
Enemy, my gun's unloaded
Who tells you and who tells me?
We don't need their help to see
You're full of fear without their lines
Your power's drawn through all their lines
Lines are lies and lies are lines
History; heredity
Poverty and luxury
Geography; economy
A soul's the only you I see
I'm non-aligned, non-aligned, non-aligned
I'm not a line
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