A Bridge of Swords

Somebody told me who, you, with too much what,
or just enough to get to when or
where you begin to ask why
the question is yours.

And how is it now, they're
beating their plowshares into swords
in the name of their lords?

There is a new kind of death
that I no longer fear.
New ways to be dangerous,
and it has been made clear.

    When I eat my words,
    can I get a side of grace?
    I fell down on a bridge of swords,
    and never found my place.

Somebody tell me why, I with so much pride,
am prone to slip, and known to slide,
forever wondering how
my world was overthrown.

And how is it now, though
I've broken all my vows, I've grown
'til my spirit moaned.

There is a new kind of life
that no one wants to know.
New ways to be comfortable
while sinking to new lows.

    And when I eat my words,
    can I get a side of grace?
    I fell down on a bridge of swords
    and never found my place.

    And when I eat my words,
    can I get a side of grace?
    I fell down on a bridge of swords,
    but maybe that's my place.