ballet of the traitor

cities

built on holy grounds

and all you ever you knew

slowly sinking down

and anybody born upon her

would never celebrate her

slowly

strip her of her body

and make a saint of her

a soul to fit the dwelling

and anybody born upon her

would never celebrate her

dancing in her concrete hand

a ballet of the traitor

the worst of all

we create it all

ballet of the traitor

all you ever knew

ballet of the traitor