I've seen a blind woman
Growing cold outside
An older image of
Our younger selves
She wears a shard of mirror
And a broken sword
Screaming "look at yourself"
She is the scales; she is the statue
She is what we should have always been
But she has long since been replaced by greed
This eternal rain of dust has fallen
Down upon the scales
And they're broken
Rusted, and brown
Falling down
What gives you the right to
Take life away
In the dawning of our darkest hour
Who says what's right
What gives us the right to
Take life away
While these images are cutting through
A cloudless September sky