Slouching Towards Bethlehem

Turning and turning
Within the widening gyre
The falcon cannont hear the falconer
Things fall apart
The center cannot hold
And a blood-dimmed tide
Is loosed upon the world
Nothing is sacred
The ceremony sinks
Innocence is drowned
In anarchy
The best lack conviction
Given some time to think
And the worst are full of passion
Without mercy
Surely, some revelation is at hand
Surely, it's the second coming
And the wrath has finally taken form
For what is this rough beast
It's hour come at last!
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Hoping and hoping
As if by my weak faith
The spirit of this world
Would heal and rise
Vast are the shadows
That straddle and strafe
And struggle in the darkness
Troublin' my eyes
Shaped like a lion,
It has the head of a man
With a gaze as blank
And pitiless as the sun
And it's moving its slow thighs
Across the desert sands
Thru dark, indignant
Reeling falcons
Surely, some relvelation is at hand
Surely, it's the second coming
And the wrath has finally taken form
For what is this rough beast
It's hour come at last!
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Head of a man...
Shape of a lion...
Raging and raging
It rises from the deep
Opening its eyes
After 20 centuries
Vexed to a nightmare
Out of a stony sleep
By a rocking cradle
By the Sea of Galilee
Surely, some relvelation is at hand
Surely, it's the second coming
And the wrath has finally taken form
For what is this rough beast
It's hour come at last!
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Head of a man...
Shape of a lion...