Do Go On - Chisel

If I called you killer would you stab me in my heart?

The way is open and while you’re choking

We’re all waiting for the start

And once it’s spoken, the way is open

To conjoin what was apart

And not just token, the way is open

To put the balm on where it smarts

Pretty words are colorless but pleasing to my mind

And if I’m joking, once it’s spoken

Pretty words seem pretty dry

And here’s a token of what was broken

And if it makes you want to cry

Once it’s spoken, the way is open

To wash the plank out of your eye

The iron pen

A plastic smile

And a conceit that defeats it all

The higher ground

Is all the while

Outside these city walls

But you go on and on and on…

Silly words are colorless but twisting to my tongue

The way is open to not die choking

On a liturgy of crumbs

And once it’s spoken, the way is open

To put ice on hammered thumbs

And not just spoken, and not a token

And you won’t see it when it comes