Comrades Smokescreen Season
Firelight on the shape of loss and hurt and dread
Keeping with the shadow-talk until the coals are dead
Sap the joy like syrup
Tap the sapling tree
Hoping there is substance to keep your motives clean
Where are your promises now?
Actions you can't disavow
Hold the candle vigil for years that can't be changed
Making strong intention to relive all their pain
Dredge the river waters to watch the bodies rise
Set the funeral pyres for loves now long despised
All of your excuses don't afford a good reason
Thus comes the collapse of this smokescreen season
There's a line I know I can see it
It once fed me lies but I no longer eat them
Sending me signs but I refuse to read them
Bringing the collapse of this smokescreen season
Where are your promises now?