21 Apr 2015
They’ve got you hanging on the scale, they’re deciding who will pay
For what is left of you
And there is no place you call home, nowhere you can go
Even if you wanted to
You’re washed up on the beach like a mountain to be reached
Like some weary pilgrim’s end
They’ve burned out both your eyes, cut you down to size until there’s
Nothing on which you can depend
You traveled the seas, west to the east they were
Waiting for you in each land
You went by many names, you were going places then
Now there’s nothing left but steel and sand