Volcano

And the river will rise up

And heal all the scars

On this broken skin

And drown in this cup

And the flies they will flock

And throw into the dock

And listen with a crooked ear

And they cackle and they sneer

And the river will rise upAnd the river will rise up

And the matter of murder

Sits on my shoulder

And whispers to me

That I will be freeGod Volcano!

Give me my self respect I plead

God Volcano!

This one thing I can believeAnd the river will rise up

And in your lonely dark designs

Feel the cut and scaly rind

The malice and the wicked crimes

Of the sordid daily grind

And the river will rise up

And the words they spit with hate

Will never mitigate

Any semblance of the truth

That's broken or despised