Eremocene

Will we breathe our last
In concrete tombs
Or rushing headlong
Into glittering doom

No doves or meadowlarks fly here
And we are truly all alone
As we bury the very earth
Under her own bones
Cutting into the crust
To carve it into mine and thine like light arriving from a dead star
Our dreams stillborn

Are dreams still born?

Above the carnage can you hear
The broken music of the spheres
Orbiting an abyss?

Interred in chasms of the mind
Where hell is somewhere overhead
Get up, shake the dust from your limbs
And make your way across the bones of the dead

Carry on
Over the bones of the dead
Carry on
Over the bones of the dead
Over the bones of the dead
Over the bones of the dead

So you set out
To flee this wretched place
Last witness to a world now laid to waste
Ride on, dark horse
Where there is no road
Burdened by the wreckage you bear within
Abandon everything but hope

Fly
Restless seeker, broken heart
Follow your star far beyond the walls
Of this world we must depart
But if you arrive
You will reach the land you seek
Not as a king, but as a refugee

Like a secret message or a torch that's passed around
Like a tidal wave or a tornado touching down
Like vengeance, like a dream deferred, that festers, then explodes
Every last lost child shall someday find her way back home

And you will fight
Also against yourself
But don't lose heart
Not one step backward on your path
You will arrive
Though you will reach the land you seek
Not as a king, but as a refugee

Not as a king, as a refugee
Not as a king, as a refugee
Not as a king, as a refugee
Not as a king, as a refugee

Carry on
Over the bones of the dead
Carry on
Over the bones of the dead
Carry on
Over the bones of the dead
Carry on
Over the bones of the dead
Carry on
Over the bones of the dead
Carry on
Over the bones of the dead
Carry on
Over the bones of the dead
Carry on