We've thrown our stones
We've named our targets, slung our arrows
With corpses and bones
Laid firm foundation for tomorrow
And we've risen above
And soundly around our position
Seems all's correct
'cept that stench of decomposition
I'm not dreamin' about what was
Hold no stock in yesterday cause
It's just the same
Suffer the greed through wars and cancer,
profit from need, conceal the answers
These bones will rot in wait of change
Dig these bones, stew these bones,
Beat the bones and deal these bones
We've been the minds
Like fists wrapped tightly
Round conclusions
Accommodate the past
Just to keep with the profusion
As decay starts to waft of dangerous history
With thought and flame
We decompose as much as necessary