The Granite Gaze

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Are we the ones left behind by 
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those who weave cords that bind?
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They draw the marrow from our very
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bones and we in turn, turn on our 
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own.


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Stood in line in horsehair shirts 
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we queued up to eat the dirt,
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We traded lumps on narrow streets,
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can't bite the hand when you've no 
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teeth.


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And it's a standing ovation for the
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 shadow of a stone
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As we dig into the soil beneath our
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 homes.
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The future's further day-by-day as 
our fathers turn away
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And leave us clinging to a mother 
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who eats her own.


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The granite gaze upon us now, a 
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skulking mass recalling how
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To plant a secret and tell no lies
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for now we own those same stone 
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eyes.


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And it's the last gasp of wonder 
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for a cretin on a throne
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As our daughter's sneak away across
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 the foam,

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The future's just a thing we say to
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 keep the sordid past at bay
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Still we cling on to the mother 
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who eats her own.

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We are the ones left behind in 
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swaddling bound with bailing twine,
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They stole the marrow from our very
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bones and we in turn, turned on our 
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own.