Orphan - Silent Planet

Respective perspectives worshiping directives

Blindly killing for our dogma until our sons meet in the garden

Torches scald the night sky

The youth rise up and set their elders to the gallows

Fire in the lighthouse

All our advances, a spark away from conflagration

In the night, I saw you fall, oh, wicked star

Illuminate our hate, show us who we really are

Books were burned away

Only swords remained

The prophets died for peace

Stabbed by preying priests

As the wise man said

«I'll keep my heart and lose my head»

Without a neck how can I sink

With a millstone to the bottom of the sea?

The bottom of the sea

And I’m finding the violence, it looks like me

Singing songs of life

When all we know is death

A world of orphans

Left empty-handed

If love’s a sin, I’ll become a heretic

Recurring intervention

Framing the narrative to cleanse our tainted conscience

Harvesting destruction

Reaping the sow from weapons planted in the soil

Terrified little son

Encumbered by your sword

You can hide your fear but won’t shed the sheer

Weight of your own humanity, humanity

You can face me towards the mountains where I meet our mother’s gaze

Too blinded by this hatred to recognize your brother’s face

Singing songs of life

When all we know is death

A world of orphans

Left empty-handed

I’ll collapse, head parting from my weary shoulders

Seeds of life spilling from my palms

Subverting love will take hold in this hateful soil

My blood is the water

Inshallah, Shalom

Love will take hold