Zero Game (Vengeance is Mine)

"Vengeance is mine", sayeth the Lord, "I reserve that power for myself." "Vengeance is thine", sings the sword "Only come and take me off a shelf. Take me down, take me down, take me down." Justice is not given to Single folk but classes For nature deals with masses Over geologic time. So bear the blows of destiny, Resigned and uncomplaining, Or else break the hands restraining And accept the brand of crime. And when enough have chosen That second thorny crown We will have our justice If it burns our cities down "Vengeance is mine", sayeth the Lord, "I reserve that power for myself." "Vengeance is thine", sings the sword "Only come and take me off a shelf. Take me down, take me down, take me down." We have had a bellyful Of rules and regulations From towns and states and nations. We are fed up to the gills. We are sick of laws and orders - Never giving, only taking, And we dream of their unmaking With a million seperate wills. We are little drops of water, We are little grains of sand, Until some spark unites us And we flood the burdened lands. "Vengeance is mine", sayeth the Lord, "I reserve that power for myself." "Vengeance is thine", sings the sword "Only come and take me off a shelf. Take me down, take me down, take me down." Remember that the power Which holds this game in station Is only resignation By the millions that it rules. There aren't enough of armies To withstand a single hour Against the risen power Of no-longer willing tools And with enough evaders, Escaping from the game, The rule becomes an empty shell That rules in only name "Vengeance is mine", sayeth the Lord, "I reserve that power for myself." "Vengeance is thine", sings the sword "Only come and take me off a shelf. Take me down, take me down, take me down." Beware those dreams of holocaust In which the folk survive For those who stay alive Will not include the ruling few. Beware our cynic laugh That rots your power past retrieving For when we stop believing you There's nothing we can't do. Lie down, you lords of power. The nightmare isn't true. We have not come to burn the world; We've only come for you. "Vengeance is mine", sayeth the Lord, "I reserve that power for myself." "Vengeance is thine", sings the sword "Only come and take me off a shelf. Take me down, take me down, take me down." Take me down if you can, Take me down in your hand, Take me down if you care, Take me down if you dare, Take me down, take me down, take me down. Take me down, take me down, take me down."