Let Them Burn

If they should crash, let them crash
 Let them crash like the wave
 When it breaks on the shore line
 And if they burn, let them burn
 Let them burn like the fire
 When it's higher than a pitch pine
 If they should rise from the ashes
 Then fashion the caskets
 And fill them until they concede
 If they should kindle the embers
 Then tend to the cinders
 Hold fast 'til the last of them bleeds
 Mother, when I'm waking in the morning
 Will the new day be peaceful?
 Is the belly of the beast full?
 It's hard to see how it could feed and feed
 And still need more
 If they should fall, let them fall
 Let them fall like the tide
 All that rise come to ebb now
 And when the low slack arrives
 Bleed the life from their eyes
 'til the last one is dead now
 And if they rise from the depth to the day
 Make their watery graves in the waves now
 And as they drown, oh the sun start to fade
 See the light bend and break on the way down
 Mother, when I'm waking in the morning
 Will the new day be peaceful?
 Is the belly of the beast full?
 It's hard to see how it could feed and feed
 And still need more
 And yet it still needs more
 Every time it leaves me be
 It's not for long
 Has it gone?
 I feel I'm dying
 Feel my weak pulse...
 Weak like well water
 Too faint for my place in the sun