This tired imagery   Of purity bled dry   Patriotism framed   Slicing through the gray   A chill hangs in the air   From this open window   We see a cold asphalt   A blue turned to ice   Sew my mouth shut   To keep the words from falling out   Cast the stones of silence   The irony of glory and red blood   Count the stars that shine   On fifty reasons   Why this sigh is more than just a breath   Holding the weight of the world   In conquered space   Cleared by the death in trying   Drape me   Hide me away   From this atrocity   Sew my mouth shut   To keep the words from falling   Onto the dead and hallowed ground