Fixed Frequencies

Here in the land that Abraham was promised to receive (desert blooms)
We listen to you catechize from your pulpit overseas (platitudes)
You mourn the proof of our barbarity (mourn the)

But dry your eyes, oh Pharisee, a settler's can't we both speak (destiny)
And both read from, same old played out scripts and hum familiar tunes (manifest)
Fixed frequencies, stuck in locking grooves (locking)

We both profess noble intent
As we civilize human impediments
If your hands are clean then noblesse oblige
Wipe those who me? Looks off of your faces and concede

(Drunk with blood)
Our designs separated by
(Devour flesh)
Nothing more than place and time
(Building facts)
Different scenes, same crimes
(Settlers)
Pray, let him who's without sin cast the first statues of

The former rogues turned folk heroes
Your forefathers hung
Don't lecture me about plundered soil
While you loaf upon your father's spoils

We want nothing more than what you already have
Comforting of exculpatory facts
Like, say, a mythic land, a conquest so complete
We can pull these tanks from our streets and

Hand the loose ends over to bureaucrats and become just like you
Lounging carefree in cafes, absolved from sin
Human grenades, entre nous
How did your desert bloom?