Inertia and the Weapon of the Wall
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But the writing is on the wall
Cried the fresh cut to the old wound
Still bleeding, as if he didn't know
As if he hadn't done his fair share of reading
Like he'd never felt the flames of revolution
The young man's simple solution
Peter out time and time again
Like he never spotted revolution's hole before the end
And the writing on the wall?
That impotent echo of inertia unmasked?
The writing on the wall that really matters is in the Jewish quarter under bulletproof glass
It holds a lost family's past the top will fight to be forgotten
This whole fucking city's rotten to the core
But it's you, and it's me
It's the woman, heavy with child, screaming "Please!" from the doorway
She clutches her belly as triage sets in
When the night street sweeper lets her choose which one of her children...
It's the jacked up jackboot, with his foot on the neck of the pale girl, the frail girl
Dimming the light in the only eyes bright enough to see a pattern through the cracks
This lonely boy, chewed up and swallowed by streets, spit, famine, and rats
It's the words of the last librarian
The only man among us with enough courage and true grit
To save our knowledge from the fires we lit
When he burst, arms full, from the blaze
One proud voice in the panic, he called out:
"Son, if you're going to cry, then cry havoc!"
It's the neighbourhood pill pusher, a family man
It's our weakness, it's our strength
We are the very fingertips of life's outstretched hand
But you'll find no spark in the sandstone dark
'Cause what the holy men won't preach
Is that the one thing that unites us
Is reach
We reach forward
And there aren't enough songs in the world
Not enough words in my tongue, nor enough breath in my lungs
There is no echo that has lasted so long
No shadow that has stretched so far as we
We reach forward
And it's safe hands back down the line in the endless chain
Not lost, never lost, when the strength we gained from their giving remains
We reach for the echo
We reach forward
For the moment between waking and sleep
For the sum, not some of us, together we leap
And yet we eat enough stone so hard hearts hide a home
Under promise, understanding, under children's skin and bone
And the writing on the wall you love
Was hand-penned by the censor
So spit in the cannon's mouth
And tell 'em Ink sent you
Cried the fresh cut to the old wound
Still bleeding, as if he didn't know
As if he hadn't done his fair share of reading
Like he'd never felt the flames of revolution
The young man's simple solution
Peter out time and time again
Like he never spotted revolution's hole before the end
And the writing on the wall?
That impotent echo of inertia unmasked?
The writing on the wall that really matters is in the Jewish quarter under bulletproof glass
It holds a lost family's past the top will fight to be forgotten
This whole fucking city's rotten to the core
But it's you, and it's me
It's the woman, heavy with child, screaming "Please!" from the doorway
She clutches her belly as triage sets in
When the night street sweeper lets her choose which one of her children...
It's the jacked up jackboot, with his foot on the neck of the pale girl, the frail girl
Dimming the light in the only eyes bright enough to see a pattern through the cracks
This lonely boy, chewed up and swallowed by streets, spit, famine, and rats
It's the words of the last librarian
The only man among us with enough courage and true grit
To save our knowledge from the fires we lit
When he burst, arms full, from the blaze
One proud voice in the panic, he called out:
"Son, if you're going to cry, then cry havoc!"
It's the neighbourhood pill pusher, a family man
It's our weakness, it's our strength
We are the very fingertips of life's outstretched hand
But you'll find no spark in the sandstone dark
'Cause what the holy men won't preach
Is that the one thing that unites us
Is reach
We reach forward
And there aren't enough songs in the world
Not enough words in my tongue, nor enough breath in my lungs
There is no echo that has lasted so long
No shadow that has stretched so far as we
We reach forward
And it's safe hands back down the line in the endless chain
Not lost, never lost, when the strength we gained from their giving remains
We reach for the echo
We reach forward
For the moment between waking and sleep
For the sum, not some of us, together we leap
And yet we eat enough stone so hard hearts hide a home
Under promise, understanding, under children's skin and bone
And the writing on the wall you love
Was hand-penned by the censor
So spit in the cannon's mouth
And tell 'em Ink sent you
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.89] But the writing is on the wall
[00:02.85] Cried the fresh cut to the old wound
[00:04.69] Still bleeding, as if he didn't know
[00:07.83] As if he hadn't done his fair share of reading
[00:10.29] Like he'd never felt the flames of revolution
[00:12.64] The young man's simple solution
[00:14.69] Peter out time and time again
[00:16.65] Like he never spotted revolution's hole before the end
[00:21.24] And the writing on the wall?
[00:23.87] That impotent echo of inertia unmasked?
[00:28.37] The writing on the wall that really matters is in the Jewish quarter under bulletproof glass
[00:32.75] It holds a lost family's past the top will fight to be forgotten
[00:35.87] This whole fucking city's rotten to the core
[00:38.87] But it's you, and it's me
[00:45.75] It's the woman, heavy with child, screaming "Please!" from the doorway
[00:50.27] She clutches her belly as triage sets in
[00:52.72] When the night street sweeper lets her choose which one of her children...
[00:57.59] It's the jacked up jackboot, with his foot on the neck of the pale girl, the frail girl
[01:02.24] Dimming the light in the only eyes bright enough to see a pattern through the cracks
[01:05.26] This lonely boy, chewed up and swallowed by streets, spit, famine, and rats
[01:10.64] It's the words of the last librarian
[01:12.89] The only man among us with enough courage and true grit
[01:15.74] To save our knowledge from the fires we lit
[01:19.32] When he burst, arms full, from the blaze
[01:22.15] One proud voice in the panic, he called out:
[01:24.51] "Son, if you're going to cry, then cry havoc!"
[01:27.48] It's the neighbourhood pill pusher, a family man
[01:30.68] It's our weakness, it's our strength
[01:37.52] We are the very fingertips of life's outstretched hand
[01:47.23] But you'll find no spark in the sandstone dark
[01:49.82] 'Cause what the holy men won't preach
[01:52.72] Is that the one thing that unites us
[01:56.60] Is reach
[01:59.61] We reach forward
[02:04.43] And there aren't enough songs in the world
[02:07.58] Not enough words in my tongue, nor enough breath in my lungs
[02:13.46] There is no echo that has lasted so long
[02:17.43] No shadow that has stretched so far as we
[02:22.12] We reach forward
[02:26.38] And it's safe hands back down the line in the endless chain
[02:29.89] Not lost, never lost, when the strength we gained from their giving remains
[02:34.50] We reach for the echo
[02:36.23] We reach forward
[02:37.77] For the moment between waking and sleep
[02:40.07] For the sum, not some of us, together we leap
[02:42.90] And yet we eat enough stone so hard hearts hide a home
[02:46.03] Under promise, understanding, under children's skin and bone
[02:50.29] And the writing on the wall you love
[02:51.98] Was hand-penned by the censor
[02:53.77] So spit in the cannon's mouth
[02:55.63] And tell 'em Ink sent you
[02:57.33]
[00:02.85] Cried the fresh cut to the old wound
[00:04.69] Still bleeding, as if he didn't know
[00:07.83] As if he hadn't done his fair share of reading
[00:10.29] Like he'd never felt the flames of revolution
[00:12.64] The young man's simple solution
[00:14.69] Peter out time and time again
[00:16.65] Like he never spotted revolution's hole before the end
[00:21.24] And the writing on the wall?
[00:23.87] That impotent echo of inertia unmasked?
[00:28.37] The writing on the wall that really matters is in the Jewish quarter under bulletproof glass
[00:32.75] It holds a lost family's past the top will fight to be forgotten
[00:35.87] This whole fucking city's rotten to the core
[00:38.87] But it's you, and it's me
[00:45.75] It's the woman, heavy with child, screaming "Please!" from the doorway
[00:50.27] She clutches her belly as triage sets in
[00:52.72] When the night street sweeper lets her choose which one of her children...
[00:57.59] It's the jacked up jackboot, with his foot on the neck of the pale girl, the frail girl
[01:02.24] Dimming the light in the only eyes bright enough to see a pattern through the cracks
[01:05.26] This lonely boy, chewed up and swallowed by streets, spit, famine, and rats
[01:10.64] It's the words of the last librarian
[01:12.89] The only man among us with enough courage and true grit
[01:15.74] To save our knowledge from the fires we lit
[01:19.32] When he burst, arms full, from the blaze
[01:22.15] One proud voice in the panic, he called out:
[01:24.51] "Son, if you're going to cry, then cry havoc!"
[01:27.48] It's the neighbourhood pill pusher, a family man
[01:30.68] It's our weakness, it's our strength
[01:37.52] We are the very fingertips of life's outstretched hand
[01:47.23] But you'll find no spark in the sandstone dark
[01:49.82] 'Cause what the holy men won't preach
[01:52.72] Is that the one thing that unites us
[01:56.60] Is reach
[01:59.61] We reach forward
[02:04.43] And there aren't enough songs in the world
[02:07.58] Not enough words in my tongue, nor enough breath in my lungs
[02:13.46] There is no echo that has lasted so long
[02:17.43] No shadow that has stretched so far as we
[02:22.12] We reach forward
[02:26.38] And it's safe hands back down the line in the endless chain
[02:29.89] Not lost, never lost, when the strength we gained from their giving remains
[02:34.50] We reach for the echo
[02:36.23] We reach forward
[02:37.77] For the moment between waking and sleep
[02:40.07] For the sum, not some of us, together we leap
[02:42.90] And yet we eat enough stone so hard hearts hide a home
[02:46.03] Under promise, understanding, under children's skin and bone
[02:50.29] And the writing on the wall you love
[02:51.98] Was hand-penned by the censor
[02:53.77] So spit in the cannon's mouth
[02:55.63] And tell 'em Ink sent you
[02:57.33]