Dastrix Slogan
Bluelighter
we have become ghosts here
here in this town
our passion is rationed
in tired green tin cups
as we stand waifs in wartime lines
waiting our share
once we fought here
red-cheeked we raised our voices
and held our fists to the sky
but the dying of the light we raged against
has passed us over and set behind us
now we dig sluggish graves in the tyranny
we tried so hard to overcome
as we chanted
so we changed
we forgot
and we were tamed
tonight we shall light what stubs of candle we have
and place them in the sooty windows of our blasted homes
may the small flames
the dirty squares of orange-brown light
be a beacon across this wasteland
perhaps flame can compell flame
and call back the traveller
call back the fire
into our hearts
here in this town
our passion is rationed
in tired green tin cups
as we stand waifs in wartime lines
waiting our share
once we fought here
red-cheeked we raised our voices
and held our fists to the sky
but the dying of the light we raged against
has passed us over and set behind us
now we dig sluggish graves in the tyranny
we tried so hard to overcome
as we chanted
so we changed
we forgot
and we were tamed
tonight we shall light what stubs of candle we have
and place them in the sooty windows of our blasted homes
may the small flames
the dirty squares of orange-brown light
be a beacon across this wasteland
perhaps flame can compell flame
and call back the traveller
call back the fire
into our hearts

