Overtones - Sorne

Far to the north

far to the north

over the mountains

over the plains

lives a family of five

struggling violently to survive

I’m mute

I’m insane

I’m gay

I’m godless

I’m frightened

we are

the sacred and profane

lift your hands and bow to my father

he will burn your sins on the altar

what is weak?

what is strong?

fuck your rights and fuck all your wrongs

ten thousand years of beating our child

hiding bruises whose pollution grows wild

sucking air feeding this dream

we’re down on our knees

waiting for the day when the bodies of our debt

will rise and rip you from your cross

from the smoke and the fog

of your name

the sun has come and killed the father

and nailed his god upon the altar

we are the sun and we are the father

for we will kill everything that we honor

in this house of stone