It's In Our Blood

What Runs Through My Head

There will be blood and there will be more...

So much terror and plenty of gore,

Greasy disease-riddled fleshy sores

Figures that belie what's in their core.

Just you wait! Grab a safe chair

Hang on tight cuz a rush of air

Is on it way to move you along

Hold on to your judgement, it won't be long.

Until only one person can stand

Heaving, sighing and roaming the land

Calm composure when no one's around

Choosing compassion without a sound.

What runs through my head is a large tree

Branched out wide with roots to the sea

Deep as they go, they still can be touched

Forever together, intertwined as such.

This awesome tree runs through my manic mind

Where did it come from, can I leave it behind?

Is there space in eternity for what fills up my brain?

Will I still feel love and forget my pain?

What runs through my head... it must run through again.

There will be blood and there will be redemption

Great gads of miners, trapped in suspension

Seeing the light at the end of their dark day

Gasping for air when others look away.

Return to the point of origin, return and learn

Find your way home and you will discern

That years of slaving for gold coin and paper

Tires your soul so heavy, should I tell tamer?

What runs through my head can not wait for later.

Freedom of expression does not mean run amok

Treat this gift as it is your last cup of water you suck

Yearn to live long and pay back your debt

Then you can redeem what your ancestors set...

What ran through their heads? Was it love, I bet?

So spare us your swords and your guillotines

Drop your weapons, your idols and figurines

Hold each other tight, inhale the fragrant scents

Enjoy mirth and gaiety, make merry what was rent.

This is what runs through my head.