Overtones

Far to the north
far to the north
over the mountains
over the plains
lives a family of five
struggling violently to survive
I’m mute
I’m insane
I’m gay
I’m godless
I’m frightened
we are
the sacred and profane
lift your hands and bow to my father
he will burn your sins on the altar
what is weak? what is strong?
fuck your rights and fuck all your wrongs
ten thousand years of beating our child
hiding bruises whose pollution grows wild
sucking air feeding this dream
we’re down on our knees
waiting for the day when the bodies of our debt
will rise and rip you from your cross
from the smoke and the fog
of your name
the sun has come and killed the father
and nailed his god upon the altar
we are the sun and we are the father
for we will kill everything that we honor
in this house of stone