You Are Not the Hero of This Story Songtext
von Mobley

You are not the hero of this story

You see the nation′s gaping maw
Each time it yawns
Away the latest outrage
Home is a sarlacc pit

Brutes aping men
Making beasts out of men
Women, children caged
By maps
By debt
By comfort
By razor wire
By the way things are


You can't unsee it
Your eyes are hot and you′re poured out
Burning for want of more than indignation
But always, you cool

And the gleaming screens remind you
How good it is to be young and dying
In the occident supreme
All ivory and brushed aluminum
Preening, posing, grinning
Denuding the earth

Still everywhere
Between Mammon's temples and the shelter of the overpass
Between present and prelude
Between us and other
Between the last gang of souls and the next
Between my coursing blood and yours

There is no frontier