We have been worthless
we have been safe
in mind belittled by the threat
or our own ice age
it fades our fingers
that cannot grasp
the tools that injured,
bled or burned us in the past

A fall distorts us
and where we've been
re writing bastards as contendors
sight unseen
In place of angels - butchers hands
too wide to fit through doors of virtue

Blame, demand

Blame and demand

No need of virtue
no time for chance
great plains of anger worked to death
by circumstance
ignite your answeres
they fought that hard
to waste your wonders and endeavours
from the start

We count for distance
from human nerves
we count for all the things we take
that we don't deserve
all contradictions
will wake us to stand
to fake the end as the beginning

Blame and demand