Return to the Spear

This isn't like the conflicts before
it's not for fun, son, it's a real war
Men cannot live too many in too small a cage
we are but animals, chained to our destructive rage

Men must face their mistakes
like leaving the spear for hoes and rakes
We were not meant to live like ants in seething mound
so we searched for release, and the spear again we found

In the blood of our enemies, arbitrary
for the glory of empires so pathetically temporary
we were cast into the stormy seas off the Great Flood
castaways for more than forty days, and the rain that fell was blood

If only we'd stuck with spears
these would've been happier years
but men can't leave well enough alone for long
and the coming fire will right so many things gone wrong

We'll break the defending wall
we'll take the final graceless fall
And we'll set afire the fine things we've built
Let blessed flame erase record of our boundless guilt

We'll roam free once more
put aside the dreams that came before
dance beneath the buildings draped in living vine
when no city lights remain to dim stars timeless shine

We'll begin again in the green green grass
and tip our spears with shattered pane glass
In the shadows of gutted sky scrapers skeletal
we'll blissfully move along, and in time forget it all