For years we thought the night,   would pale in ghostly flames.   But some still dream of life,   say the sun will rise again.   We'll kill our need for arms,   a cool and measured crime.   And learn to grift and palm,   from our hearts and from our minds.   Let us not be faithless,   for you will meet our needs.   Thy good and gracious word is,   a lamp unto our feet.      For years we closed our eyes,   while rust on reason grows.   And we feed and clothe our lives,   within our hearts we know,   that wisdom lends us all,   a cool and steadied hand.   The steel pressed to my palm,   doesn't make me more a man.   And courage father give us,   to do what must be done.   To deal out truth and justice,   with swift and sober guns.      For years you met our thirst,   still deserts we have roamed.   We'll be done with dust and dirt,   when the ocean calls us home.   And we'll fall into the arms,   of a cool and sweet and embrace,   and under stars and waving palms,   we'll shed our skin like snakes.   And time will cease to stalk us,   and death will be undone.   We'll shine with the light of,   a thousand blazing suns.