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Efrim Manuel Menuck
“BABY IT HAS TO FALL”

 



AN EMPTY ROAD AND A STRAND OF TREES
AND JUST A LITTLE MORE TIME TO SPEND WITH THEE

O MY DEAR MY DEAR
GENOCIDE IS ALWAYS NEAR
EACH DAY IS LIKE A YEAR
AND I DON’T KNOW IF WE’LL SEE THE MORNING

PILLARS OF FIRE AT THE COLD MIST OF DAWN
SEARCHLIGHTS AND MIDNIGHT TRIALS AT THE RISING MISTS OF DAWN
THEY LEAD US TO WATER JUST TO WATCH US DROWN
O BABY IT HAS TO FALL

PALE HORSE IS HUNGRY AND BELLOWING FIRE
ONWARD AND AWFUL WITH EMPTY BLUE EYES
WHILE SLOWLY WE CRAWL AND SLOWLY WE RISE
WE JUST COULD’VE MADE IT BUT WE RAN OUT OF TIME
O BABY IT HAS TO FALL

AN EMPTY ROAD AND A STRAND OF TREES
AND JUST A LITTLE MORE TIME TO SPEND WITH THEE
O BABY IT HAS TO FALL

ACROSS THE GOLDEN ROAD
THE FOREST EXHALES
LIKE TRUMPETS IN MUD
THE SUN IS INDIFFERENT
AND THE TREES DON’T GIVE A FUCK

WE’RE HANGING ‘NEATH TWILIGHT IN A STATE NEAR TO GRACE
EVERY STAR IN THE SKY
EVERY STAR IN THE SKY
EVERY STAR IN THE SKY
EVERY STAR
HANGING ‘NEATH TWILIGHT IN A STATE NEAR TO GRACE
EVERY STAR IN THE SKY
EVERY STAR IN THE SKY
EVERY STAR IN THE SKY
EVERY STAR
EVERY LIGHT MUST GO OUT
EVERY LIGHT MUST GO OUT
EVERY LIGHT MUST GO OUT
BUT NOT FOREVER

SWING LIKE AXES CHILDREN
SWING LIKE AXES CHILDREN
SWING LIKE LIGHTNING’S FALL
THE LIGHT GOES OUT
AND THE LIGHT GOES OUT
AND THE LIGHT GOES OUT
BUT NOT FOREVER

IT’S GONNA TAKE A LOT OF SWINGING TO GET OUT OF THIS FUCKING HOLE
BABY, POINT IN ANY DIRECTION AND THAT’S WHERE WE’LL GO

THE DEVIL LOOSED HIS BURNING SHIPS ACROSS THOSE GLOWING SHORES
AND THREW ACROSS THE WATER 1,000,000 CONQUISTADORS
WHILE THEIR REGAL GOD SLEPT IN HIS NEST HID BEHIND GOLDEN CLOUDS
HE MUTTERED TO HIMSELF AND HE DID NOT RAISE A HAND
WHILE HIS EMPIRE GREW UPON BURNING FLOWERS ABOVE THAT BURNING LAND
WE ARE THEIR BURNING FLOWERS THIS IS OUR BURNING LAND

THE EXECUTIONER
AND THE EXECUTIONER’S FILTHY CHILDREN
THE EXECUTIONER
AND THE EXECUTIONER’S FILTHY CHILDREN
RAISED IN THE LAND OF MILK AND DEAD HONEYBEES
FED ON COLONIAL ENTITLEMENTS AND AR-15’S
A FUNCTIONING DEATHKAMP NEEDS A LOT OF POLICE
A FUNCTIONING DEATHKAMP NEEDS A LOT OF POLICE

WHAT VALUE IS A STATE LIKE THIS
A FOOL’S WEIGHT PRESSED UPON OUR NECKS
WHAT VALUE IS A STATE LIKE THIS
THAT WATCHES US DIE AND DOES NOT ASSIST
THAT BANKS ON OUR DEATHS NO MATTER THE PRICE
JUST TO DELAY THEIR OWN SLOW DEMISE

SO WALK ME TO THE EDGE AND BACK AGAIN
TELL ME EVERYTHING’S ALRIGHT
THRU ENDLESS DAYS AND THE MERCY OF NIGHT
THRU SIDEWAYS RAIN AND HARD SHARP SNOW
HOLD ME TIGHT AND DON’T LET GO

AND I WILL DRIVE A TRUCK
I WILL DRIVE A TRUCK INTO
AND I WILL DRIVE A TRUCK
I WILL DRIVE A TRUCK INTO
INTO THEIR GLASS ATRIUM
WITH BLOOD ON MY CHEEK AND A SHIT-EATING GRIN
WITH GLASS IN MY HAIR AND THE ENGINE BURNING
I’LL READ OUR DEMANDS AND I’LL TELL ‘EM WHO SENT ME
AND I WILL DRIVE A TRUCK
I WILL DRIVE A TRUCK INTO

FREE IS FREE
FREE SHOULD MEAN FREE
FREE SHOULD BE FREE
FREE MEANS FREE

THE BURNING WORD
THE BURNING WORLD

LOVE.

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