The Deaf Policeman

Place: this is where
The giants roam
And their horses stand so tall
And their fists engaged
And fingers bent
Back to the palm
Except one

And you ain't seen nothing yet
And you ain't seen nothing yet

All of my judges burn
From their gunshot eyes
A direct line
That travels at the speed of light
Into my heart, into my mind
I read between the lions.
The forest grows
It grows from their eyes

I was not placed upon the grass
Of this ever-fading earth
For a standing ovation
And its romance
I was placed for the warning
So heed the warning

And they cannot look away
For if they do
And cross paths with a wall
That reflects all it sees

And it shows the truth
Shows the fake
Shows the past
Shows all of the mistakes
And it shows
Everything
That they refuse to see

'Cause if there's blood on the roots
Then there's blood on the branches
Blood on the roots
Then there's blood on the branches
Blood on the roots
Blood on the branches
Blood on the roots
Blood on the branches