Woe to you Ariel, year after year
your cycle of feasts go on
City of David Daughter of Zion
a fading light on a hill

when a starving man dreams of food by night
and wakes to hunger pains
a thirsty child dreaming of water awakes
and still her thirst remains

when the wise and the wealthy worship me only
with words taught them by men
then out of your dust my words will rise up
to stun and amaze them again

life for the bones and light for the lost
for all my little ones bread
then out of your dust my words will rise up
to stun and amaze them again

Joy to you Ariel day after day
at the royal feast of the lamb
yes of your dust my words will rise up
to stun and amaze you again

in the empty emptied out
i get a breath of hell
that abscence supposed to be
kinder then the fire but is worse

even the hottest flame
is life of a sort
but this clerical morgue where the unamed lie
is death in chains

and here he lies with the woman who died
in an abandoned shopping plaza
and the boy who shot the school in Minnesota
next to you and me

in the frozen filing cabinet
we have all like the thief
on the wrong side of the cross
applied for a membership here

in spite, in despair, in blindness
we thought that is was life
i like to think we died most of all for us Pharisees
who wouldn't take our medicine