From the recording LOVE LOST FOR BLOOD LUST
Lyrics
It makes me want to come through my skin.
But I restrain today, my friends.
The Revolution will in time begin
For Daniel's Soul.
He had a gift reserved for Gods.
It took him places that defied the odds.
And made him overwork for pompous sods.
Poor Daniel. Woe.
For every chess piece he moved for them,
Another nail was driven in.
Living is not a game you have to win.
Poor Daniel. Woe.
But they took all that he gave
And dance on his grave.
Poor Daniel.
So lower the flag
And raise a glass for Daniel.
Poor Daniel.
When he was no one he was good enough.
Tried to be someone and it got too rough.
He could have stayed where he was always loved.
Poor Daniel. Woe.
Would that he'd done like his Mom and Dad.
They never wanted and they never had.
The endless ladders only drive you mad.
Poor Daniel. Woe.
They took all that he gave
And dance on his grave.
Poor Daniel.
So lower the flag
And raise a glass for Daniel.
Poor Daniel.
We were only boys from Aisling Lane.
Guns were only toys and dreams the same.
Our houses cluttered with twisted nerves,
We'd escape and find times a child deserves.
And with all our guards down we'd spread our wings and we'd fly
In the bittersweet, gold and red sky.
I still see him in his favorite chair.
He sits among us now forever there.
He's like a hero, but he wouldn't care.
Poor Daniel. Woe.
They've taken all he gave
And dance on his grave.
Poor Daniel.
So lower the flag
And raise a glass for Daniel.
Our favorite son,
Come home. Be done.
Poor Daniel.
To rise above, there's only love.
Poor Daniel.