(Say Goodbye To) Sophie Scholl

The sun was shining in the bitter cold of the second month
 White petals falling to the bedrock of the atrium
 For a fever dream, there's a balm inside of a paper cup
 It's written down, but first you gotta stop and pick it up
 The walls were closing in the night
 And it's a long darkness
 When fear snuffs out the only light
 It seems so strange
 The blind constrictions and nascent pain
 The contradiction from where we came
 When blue eyes can't see the whole
 Say goodbye to Sophie Scholl
 Don't forget your White Rose
 Memory is scarred like a burning brand put to livestock
 And in the thoughts we share, there's a monument to the landmark
 There's a psychic gash, there's a chasm that serves to set apart
 But the pain is real and it's thrust like a dagger through the heart
 What does it mean?
 Another head for the guillotine
 Death delivered by death machine
 The blade must have been cold