All of them I wanted all of them to die
All of them who've made me bleed and cry
Hang them high I want to see the rotten fruit
Dangling from the joyless tree that's why

I will fly the billowing smoke from the corpses will sting my eye
And I will sigh the breath of the beautifully free
I will dance through blistering ashes that flash up and burn my hands
A red romance, in flames that lick up to my knee

All of them I've hated all of them since I
Could eavesdrop on their wicked dreams in sleep
Drown them deep I want to see the bubbles rise
Champagne of their sowing schemes I reap

I will leap from body to body that rise bobbing in the neap
And I will weep the tears of the beautifully free
I will laugh the waters of wildness will swell up and kiss my calf
This is my raft I'll sail on the hideous sea

Black hands and wet feet, I'm lit up with fireflies
Swirl round my head, swirl round the dead, this be my bed, this be my bed

All of them I want their names to disappear
All of them who've made the dawn my fear
Slam it shut these histories to be forgot
Shorn of form, none dead, none born, none here

I will hear celestial voices rejoicing the barren biers
I will cheer the shout of the beautifully free
I will race down walls that have spaces for portraits without a face
And I will trace my finger down an empty tree

Black hands and wet feet, I'm lit up with fireflies
Swirl round my head, swirl round the dead, this be my bed, this be my bed

All of them, all of them, all of them

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing
Writer(s): GANESH SESHADRI