To Fill My Side

The Red Stone Rolls Uphill

Of child of I Whose name I’ve never known Except for what the tyrant man spoke into the existence of our future He could speak so seductively But frightened to show

Take my blood and I’m stoned.

Piece by piece, what religion says must not be breached Is taken in stark red The earth which you, whisper so close to Says to please this must, there is a debt

Crescent by crescent, death of children so ‘tis time for a celebration It is given in stark red Four whole Black eyes, let blue needle by Says wear yer paint, floor is a bed

Take my blood and I’m stoned.

For no blood tissue Will he evermore dare to consume Oh well What was taken was not given

The red stone rolls uphill