Sept. 25, 2004,00:58
For those who are alive
Their life dances and flickers
Like the long burned flame
Entertainment for dried eyes
Where white blood once bled
Here, we can imagine
Not even angels breathed
The sour, stale air
And men in their divinity
Held close the emblems of their undoing
Ashes, ashes
The plague is Freedom
And we fought so hard
To keep us all free
Might and vanity
Rise like billows
In the night
And enter the night
By kissing the stars