Hoots and Hellmouth

What is it that possesses a man, is it love?
Make a person blind to his own face
Blind to the world
Blind to the human race
What is it that possesses a man, is it pride?
Make a person think in numbers
Think in terms of signs and wonders

But what good are plowshares
If we use them like swords?
Don’t spoil the harvest
We ain’t got much more

What is it that possesses a man, is it truth?
Make a person cold to crying
Cold to suffering
Cold to dying
What is it that possesses a man, is it faith?
Make a person give up on time
Give into shadow
Give out in spine

What good are plowshares
If we use them like swords?
Don’t spoil the harvest
We ain’t got much more

What is it that possesses a man, is it freedom?
Make person do as he please
Do at his leisure
Do on his knees
While you’re down there, son
Gather your things to go
Grab your boots and get on up, now
There’s a new row to hoe

What good are plowshares
If we use them like swords?
Don’t spoil the harvest
We ain’t got much more

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