Now the one you kill is no one

Now the one you kill is no one A dot on a chart The blood runs out like beetles crushed The streets tense and stark - now the one you kill is no one

Now the one you kill is no one Our eyes will glaze over Not stop in this utter bombardment of absurdity that we will never let conquer our pneuma… Now the lands you kill have no hand Plain that they’re phytocide prone And our heads will not hesitate to turn from our phones… But the problem is they don’t - When the heart’s in the throat, And the more we see the more we know For those of us who believe in the power of the rearmament of real hope - You have no scope And your fault will be re-shown for longer than you kid yourself not to know… Because the one you kill is known now, Perhaps even more clearly to that empty hole you feel inside, where once did lie the sweet soul of a child…