The Banner to the Sick Lyrics

The circuitry was programmed to say
that the combat boots are worn down and brave.
But the ones whose feet will fit right inside
play the mitten on another's hand.
And the mitten to the boot could tell:
"We are so pedestrian."
So we throw the stone to counter what's sewn.
We won't breathe. We won't sing.
We won't say those things we mean.
Pedestrian will come out to say that
the sick will start to die off in herds.
Scholastic statues of the unheard.
Empty banners for lost words.
And the banner to the sick will show
that our stitches sew tomorrow.
So we throw the stone
to counter what's sewn.

We won't breathe and we won't sing.
We won't say those things we mean.