The Sickle Is Consciousness

[Verse 1]
They told a story in the fields of time
Of wheat and weeds in the same design
A blade of iron
A hand divine
But nothing cut on the outside line

[Pre-Chorus]
No fire in steel
No truth in force
No judge can walk this inner course

[Chorus]
The sickle is not the tool
It never was the rule
Only conscience draws the line
Only sight can make it true
The sickle is not the tool
No hand decides for you

[Verse 2]
I watched them circle what they feared
Chalk-white rings on ground they cleared
They named it right
They named it wrong
But never asked where doubt belongs

[Pre-Chorus]
The quiet question under skin
The turning that begins within

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
Lay every verdict in the dust
Feel every tremor of your trust
[low vocal register] When all their voices fade from view
What still speaks inside of you?

[Chorus]