The Line

There’s a line In the sand Disguised as stone It’s the law of the land All the world knows Pick a side Pick a side What happens next You don’t know That’s up to the ghosts That’s up to the nameless Faceless Heartless The ones without eyes That spit razors and flames The ones who see you As not one of them Over the line A scourge to their peace Pick a side Pick a side Or go way out there To that shady place The “others” go to The place from which You can never return Without some mark To say you were there They’ll all hate you then On one side or another They’ll all hate you then because you’re “something else” Keep your head down Don’t speak a stray sound Or your life will be gone Erased And meaningless You’ll be one of “the others” From that shady place Madness Insanity What is sanity? Pick a side Pick a side Is sanity that? To condemn To condone On the word of a line? Drawn by the unknown Drawn by the unseen To preserve all the safety That lies in these lines That blindly given safety As long as you’re good As long as you agree As long as you’re nameless As long as you spit Or hide inside Pick a side Pick a side Wars are being waged On every front On every street And the banners that rise To shout “Stuff the line!” Turn back Turn back When they reach the line There’s a line In the sand Disguised as stone It’s the law of the land All the world knows It’s the law of the land No rebel dares to challenge Or even overlook And know what lies beyond