Slow Violence

When the moment comes to light the lost and it’s eyes on you, leaving us no legacy but residue It’s when you preach your promises like the filth was always there Like we were always dead If we could tread so lightly that the bait in my breath is done Grind down, the grief gives way Justify just another one The mourning ends, the maker mends, and you feed it And with your nothing words, stand by the lie, watch your saviour bleed He said, “My son, they’ll know you by the numbness in your knees” If I could run the way your god conceals his gun He’d know that for all your pride, we’re all buried by the same slow violence I’ll take you with me We’re all buried by the sure decay You lied So give us something more than the wretch, than the pose of the penitent And with a rapture wracked, spit back the impact in the garden It’s your Judas kiss The shots don’t miss, and you know it Call for a binding, blade to the boy, and bite down until it’s all done Isn’t this what you want? The man, the pyre, the only son If I could run the way your god conceals his gun He’d know that for all your pride, we’re all buried by the same slow violence I’ll take you with me We’re all buried by the sure decay You lied So you can save your empty prayers for deaf ears Keep your eyes front and listen, your sons are all singing Maria And you can bleed your promises and leech your covenant, but can’t you hear it? They’re already singing Maria For all your pride For the lie that feeds the fire For all your pride We’re all buried by the same slow violence I’ll take you with me We’re all buried by the sure decay You lied Maria The way your god conceals his gun Maria