The Law of Twos

Spoken Intro

Praise the crystal

(Zaagina's guidance holds true)

The stray birds flew straight

Straight onto the execution floor

Verse 1

Gwayako speaks with a voice like warm grease

Saves us the trouble of hunting through scrub

Aako sits on basalt

Bare shoulders slick with cold sweat

His neck rolls and pops

Knuckles tap a lazy rhythm

More work he grunts

More bodies to bundle in hide-sacks

Spoken Bridge

The paper rot on Mount Waab-Sama

Grows heavier each season

I dread the High Pavilion

I dread the honey and the caribou pride

At least the woman stays silent

At least she keeps her mouth closed

Verse 2

You prefer a gravestone

That scraped its own cheeks flat

Truly your tastes have hit the silt

She would scrape your feathers off

Silence holds dignity he says

We took the mountain to build order

Now we listen to nursery rhymes

While the sky groans beneath her vanity

Chorus

You talk of order

You talk of reins

If your queen watches from the halls

Why are my boots still touching this stone

Why are my boots still touching this stone

You talk of order

You talk of reins

Verse 3

Visible consequence is what they call it

The sheep require a display of the mallet

A death on the stone keeps the tax-lines straight

A convenient story I answer back

Zaagina snapped my father's neck

From five miles up in the clouds

Why send two elders to swing clubs in the mud

When a single pinch ends the rebellion

Spoken Breakdown

Because that would anger Truth

That would anger Truth

Aako's jaw sets hard

The giant rises from his seat

His fists curl bone-wrapped and massive

Gwayako freezes

Gloves still at his waist

The snare is empty

And the bear stands behind him

Chorus

You talk of order

You talk of reins

If your queen watches from the halls

Why are my boots still touching this stone

Why are my boots still touching this stone

You talk of order

You talk of reins

Verse 4

The Law of Twos

A pesky little thing

Cowardice cloaked in words of balance

One watches while the other swings

What happens when you both fall on this black glass

What happens when your truths don't align

Or worse what happens when they do

There is no fellowship you share

No bond across all your borrowed years

Final Chorus

You talk of order

You talk of reins

Disposable men in stolen stone

Doomed to be forgotten

Doomed to be forgotten

You talk of order

You talk of reins