The Same Feast

[verse 1] In the flickering glow of the pharmacy line In the penthouse suites where they swallow the wine In the triage tents and the transit hubs In the backroom deals of the gentlemen's clubs On the pristine lawns of the gated estates In the rusty shadows of the factory gates In the glare of the screen, in the dead of the night In the terrified scramble to get on the flight [pre-chorus ] I look through the glass, and what do I see? The ghost of the world looking right back at me. [chorus] And I recognize (Ooh...) The fracture in your soul, it looks like mine! A billion different faces on the very same spine! We are victims and victors, the beggar and priest Just starving disciples at the very same feast. [verse 2 ] The General wants a medal, the Martyr wants peace. The Market demands that the famine increase. The Anchor wants blood for the six o'clock news. The Law wants you broken and paying your dues. They say Heaven wants purity, Heaven wants a toll. Heaven wants the copper they stripped from the hole. Heaven wants the border, Heaven wants the drone. Heaven wants you terrified, and dying alone. [pre-chorus] Don't look up at the sky for a savior to fall It’s just men pulling levers behind a brick wall! [chorus ] But I recognize (Ooh...) The fracture in your soul, it looks like mine! A billion different faces on the very same spine! We are victims and victors, the beggar and priest Just starving disciples at the very same feast! [guitar solo] [bridge ] Every dollar you hoard Every bullet you spend Every message you type Every broken-down friend Every child you shield Every forest you clear Every drop of your sweat Every manufactured fear Every pill that you take Every vow that you break Every empire built on a quiet mistake Every beautiful song Every terrible crime Every grain of the sand in the hourglass of time! [final chorus] AND IT ALL BLEEDS TOGETHER! (Ooh...) The fracture in your soul, it looks like mine! A billion different faces on the very same spine! We are victims and victors, the beggar and priest Just starving disciples at the very same feast! [outro ] It’s all so fragile now. A house of cards built on the edge of the plow. So hold my hand in the fading light... Before the sun... Surrenders to the night. [outro] [end]