The Giant

I guess you're done
You're doomed
You can stop licking your wounds
You're just recycled ash
You're just going back

But the strong will survive
The poets will cry
But not I
Not I
(The planets move)
(And all is right)

Draw the giant's outline in chalk
Next to the bloody slingshot's rock
And we'll bury him along with your statistics

And the weak will comply
Leak and resign
With still eyes
Still eyes
(The planets move)
(And so do I)