Terrible Freedom

Transmission from a dying lion's mouth
Made mute by a simple misconception
By the time you hear it
It's gone

Shoulda listened when the clouds made wisdom
Drawn water from God's own cistern
By the time you drink it
It's dry

Point your eye at the sun that's dying
You could do it if you weren't trying
The void wants the form to stay alive
Recognize a terrible freedom
Whatever comes, just let it arrive

The motor runs despite a shortage
Of a fuel that can burn with justice
By the time you start it
You're on fire

Lift your face to a sky that's weeping
Open wide to the dread that's creeping
Never let your fear turn you wild
Come to terms with a terrible freedom
Whatever comes, just let it arrive