The Curse or Gift of Prophesying Lyrics

As I waited for angels to arrive

The sorry curse of prophesying

Heard the future slowly crying

With the warnings of a coming fire

Crossed the fences, unmarked graves

Looked down on the world they'd made

More forest there than streets and pavement

I asked God to send an angel

Try and make it all make sense

And always there, I fear denying

The dreams and what they're prophesying

Surging from the wilds at night

The echoes of a word

That springs from nothing

But the deepest minds

Interwoven, and becoming light

The hills cry out

What have you done

If you've had the question

Long enough

Everyone is shouting

Saying nothing, all at once

Nonsense that is perfect

For the shadows that it lends to us

Against the days and times

And mixed advice

The curse or gift of prophecying

All the present things denied

Pushed to the horizon line

Calendars and star signs

The future through the moonlight

Keeping watch, through the night

If wrong, I would be a heretic son

The words came from the evil one

The demiurge that feeds on blood

Whose jaws will swallow everyone

Who hears the prayers of all the young

And grinds them into dirt and mud

The great machine keeps on grinding on

I close my eyes, I see it wait for us