The emptiness that we confess in the dimmest hour of day In a calmer town they make us sound like the low-sled horn of prey The bitter taste, the hidden face of the lost forgotten child The darkest need, the slowest speed, the dead unreconciled These photographs mean nothing to the poison that they take Before all the moment's glory, the light begins to fade The after cost of all we've lost as we looked the other way We've paid the price of this cruel device till we own nothing left to pay The river goes where the current flows, the light we must destroy The fates conspire to set afire the methods we employ These dead men walk on water, the whole club runs through their veins The angry river rises as we step into the rain The river goes where the current flows, the light we must destroy These photographs mean nothing to the poison that they take The angry river rises as we step into the rain *