Lucas

We must talk in every telephone, get eaten off the web / We must rip out all the epilogues from the books we have read / And to the face of every criminal strapped firmly to a chair / We must stare, we must stare, we must stare / We must take all of the medicines too expensive now to sell / Set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell / And in the ear of every anarchist that sleeps but doesn't dream / We must sing, we must sing, we must sing / And it'll go like this / While my mother waters plants my father loads his gun / He says, "Death will give us back to God, / just like the setting sun is returned to the lonesome ocean" / And then they splashed into the deep blue sea / It was a wonderful splash / We must blend into the choir, sing as static with the whole, / We must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul, / And to this endless race for property and privilege to be won / We must run, we must run, we must run / We must hang up in the belfry where the bats in moonlight laugh / We must stare into a crystal ball and only see the past / And in the caverns of tomorrow with just our flashlights and our love / We must plunge, we must plunge, we must plunge / And then we'll get down there, / way down to the very bottom of everything / and then we'll see it, oh we'll see it, we'll see it, we'll see it / Oh my morning's coming back / The whole world's waking up / Oh the city bus is swimming past / I'm happy just because / I found out I am really no one