Book of the Dead (Play at passion)

There's revolution in the streets of Cairo tonight,

And kids in Ohio holding solidarity signs

Sipping hot cocoa and cheering at cars passing by-

But me, I'm dying a little bit tonight.

For all the bleeding hearts being weighed

Against feathers, and being found heavy.

Fed to the beasts of their own desperation

Chained and chomping at the gates of hell.

Oh how hollow it all rings

To the men in suits passing by

Watching their kids play at passion

Before slipping off to get drunk and fuck

Tell jokes and take drugs without a thought

For all the men dying in the streets tonight.

Spare me your revolution, your misguided

Delusions that you're not the reason why

Honest men are fighting in desert streets tonight.

So raise your banners high

Chant and call into the night

Excuse your nihilism

With empty activism

Pump your fist in revolution

Sip your cocoa, your childish solution.