Bruises

Too late I've seen the bruises in your mind The frozen accident buried in cold cement The pattern of decay, the Roman holiday The absent memory Too late I see the colors I can't find The lonely monument, the seeds of discontent Sadistic lullaby, the mountains yet to climb The standard bitter wine, a quiz without a prize For the ice pick incident, that was no accident I thought you were my friend, but I was blind Too late I've seen the banners in the wind The war drums cause to pound, psychocacophony A rank infanticide is washin' over me It's your conspiracy in which we drown A lonely sound, yeah So now we stand like islands in the stream An ocean in between, hidin' behind the walls The confederate bell, a cold and chillin' knell Rings out the dawn Must we always justify the lies? Must we always wear this disguise?