Song for Hewitt Best (From the Deck of the Breath Star II)

Don’t put me on a pedestal;
give me vision, dental and medical.
And give them to my teammates too,
after all we’ve done for you!
Don’t turn me into gold;
let me die when I get old.
Let me get old in the first place,
and then disappear without a trace.

We don’t have to do this anymore!
But what the hell else is there to do?
We’re no fools, yeah, we all know the score.
But that doesn’t mean we have to take this from you.

You pay us less than we deserve,
then you kick us to the curb
when you think we’re not enough for you —
or just because you wanted to!
You mess us all around
’till you put us in the ground,
but even then you’re still not done —
you call us back for some more fun!

So you won’t let us live, and you won’t let us go.
The wisest and the kindest of the Breath Mints warned us so,
so then you killed him and threw him in the vault.
And now you want to say it’s not your fault!

We laughed it off when Hewitt tried to organize us,
but we’re not laughing now.
’Cause we’re all dead, so now nothing can surprise us.
We’re on our way to take you down somehow.

We’re gonna kill a god, or maybe two or three!
Tell you what, we’ll just keep killing gods until we’re free!
And when the formless void has swallowed every last decree,
we’ll find the vault and be the union Hewitt always said that we could be!