One day the knife began to fall    and as it dropped I heard it call   "Oh father see how I have grown,    the bastard fruit of seed you've sewn"   I lost my erection,   Saw my reflection   It was hard to see that face    He said "Welcome home brother,   How have you been?"      We're at the end of an era   No more sharpening our errors   No more praying, we never hit   The things that we are shooting at   We've gone throught the valley,   We've bourn our burden badly    But liftup your ears and turn around,   Think I can hear a sound    The tune is sweet, The rhythm's strong   The music that could bring us all   Together again      One night I left my lady's side   I felt some change within the tide   Pulled a blanket over me,   Set my little boat to sea   I can feel the waves come,   Find the rhythm   The ocean won't let you forget   The tide goes out...   But the tide will come back in      We're at the end of an era   No more sharpening our errors   No more praying, we never hit   The things that we are shooting at   We left our lovers waiting,   Spent our juices masturbating   I think it's time we start to build   Something that has a heart   The air is growing thick with tones    That just might bring these    Scattered bones together again      One morning we woke up to find the    Chasm had come so wide    Between us and our fathers,   And while we slept the space grew larger   I could feel the shadow,   Could hear the echo   Of a song I know we used to sing,   I'm starting to remember...   How it begins      We're at the end of an era,   No more sharpening our errors   No more praying, we never hit   The things that we are shooting at    We sent our vessels out to sea,   Tied our feathers to the trees,   Spent the winter on our knees,   Looking for these melodies   The song of a forgotten king    Who longs to hear his people sing   Together again