Terrible Freedom

Transmission from a dying lion's mouth Made mute by a simple misconception By the time you hear it It's gone Shoulda listened when the clouds made wisdom Drawn water from God's own cistern By the time you drink it It's dry Point your eye at the sun that's dying You could do it if you weren't trying The void wants the form to stay alive Recognize a terrible freedom Whatever comes, just let it arrive The motor runs despite a shortage Of a fuel that can burn with justice By the time you start it You're on fire Lift your face to a sky that's weeping Open wide to the dread that's creeping Never let your fear turn you wild Come to terms with a terrible freedom Whatever comes, just let it arrive