Feverous Times

I know the axe must be coming down
through the walls, with a thunderous sound.
It's like final call, shakes my windowsill.
I've grown accustomed to the taste
of the poisonous pills.

I know the axe must be coming down
through the walls of protection that surround.
A suit of armor is the order of the day
in any town.
Bedlam City, USA.

I know the axe must be coming down
through the walls of everything around.
I find I'm going deaf from the ringing of the chimes
in these feverous times.

My body does rock long fever like
the ebb and flow of the time.
Show me where I can walk in the moonlight
in these feverous times.

No ??? nor ??? is on hand.
Soothe the soul on the inside.
Show me where I can walk in the moonlight
in these feverous times.

Bodies drop from long fever.
Music's like a charm, so I survive.
Show me where I can walk in the moonlight
in these feverous times.

Violence from a true believer
who would know they'd step aside.
Show me where I can walk in the moonlight
in these feverous times.

I know the axe must be coming down
through it all. I will stand my ground
like an antipyretic or an antibody
in anticipation of
an anti-colony.

I know the axe must be coming down
through it all. I will stand my ground,
but the earth shakes and the rocks do slide,
so like the children, I
will abide.

I know the axe must be coming down
and then that fall in old town.
They smell no smoke, nor do they see the signs
of these feverous times.