no one cry

tear me down my silence
I’m the oldest heresy
shake me down as pirate
your navy seeks
and tie me down - your triumph
with my bones of anarchy
while I drown as my ships lone pilot
watch me walk

i can do without hypocrisy, politics, subtlety
i can do without the mysteries that you package me as what to believe
without finance, and trust
without diamonds, or love
tear me down, shake me down, tie me down
but watch me I'll get up

don't cry to me that you're choking
or can't sleep
no one cry to me that you're under someone else's feet
when your fences are your own
as walls you still occupy alone
then come whine to me no more you've no air to breath

do we gather on dust filled trails, to re-energize
or remorse in the hold of chains, to re-analyze each pole of life
do we quiver before mean skies
or raise hell with our rogue delights
or deny we have roles as gods
in our deeds

knock me down for rising
and making no apology
lock me out of Zion
I’m aware you scare easily
calm me down with fire, chokers, stone, and chiselry
bring this your vanity to my door, and you'll be asked to leave.

tearing down the silence
of these yesteryears
it takes more than science
to conquer fear
we can leave defiled
or approach divine
we can outlive pain or resort
to die in tears

we have means to march that don't cause
or call for tears