Chisel Do Go On
If I called you killer would you stab me in my heart?
The way is open and while you're choking
We're all waiting for the start
And once it's spoken, the way is open
To conjoin what was apart
And not just token, the way is open
To put the balm on where it smarts
Pretty words are colorless but pleasing to my mind
And if I'm joking, once it's spoken
Pretty words seem pretty dry
And here's a token of what was broken
And if it makes you want to cry
Once it's spoken, the way is open
To wash the plank out of your eye
The iron pen
A plastic smile
And a conceit that defeats it all
The higher ground
Is all the while
Outside these city walls
But you go on and on and on...
Silly words are colorless but twisting to my tongue
The way is open to not die choking
On a liturgy of crumbs
And once it's spoken, the way is open
To put ice on hammered thumbs
And not just spoken, and not a token
And you won't see it when it comes
