Testo Shiloh

Can you feel it through the silence
a cry for prudence that will not be heard
Another call to raise a fire
a proposition that will not return

Just like in war where nothing changes
we're pacified
And before we burn our bridges still dead inside

An air of menace so familiar
just a solution without a cause
It's jingoism without a vision
abject denial of the prescient flaws

Moving out into the fire
capitulating to the darkest will
No time to count a test of courage
An instrument in the final kill
Dying flame of the disenchanted
one by one we watch them fall
The bitterness of a generation
a declaration of dishonesty we fail