All My Sons Video (MV)

I've been caught
In the act of dying
These worried lambs
Their gentle blood
Drips like oil
On flags half-drawn

They dragged her body across the beach
Her stomach blushing red and raw
And let her mouth fill up with sand
And the life inside her drown

Two gods erected by man's will
Contracted to my father's lust
The ink has dried upon the page
Before my hands knew ink from blood

The waves are still crashing on (I'll ignite me on the sidewalk to show you the truth)
Mother tires, her neighbor holds the son (The collective willful blindness tells us what to do)
He grows into his father's clothes (I'll ignite me on the sidewalk to show you the truth)
He and the neighbor's son build new homes (The collective willful blindness will show you the truth)

I tried to tell you
To be careful where you let fruit rot
I don't let weeds grow 'round the stables where my
Concerns bed with the lambs

Hands are tied
It's harder to speak with all this sand in my mouth
But you don't mind it in your shoes and help me
Clear my throat to scream

I give you
My ears and heart and capable hands
My grating voice is at your disposable
Can you hear it from so far away?

My sister
I will ensure your baby knows peace
We're not so different, bonded by familiarity
With the acts of love and dying