Weave on sisters of the night
On your loom of pain, try to stitch the darkness through the light
Weave on property and crime, the wars and waste
Gives our souls a break from the hunger, for the profits and the saints
Stitch it on, the weapons drawn and children's playing
And the fathers found
In unmarked graves with your fingers pale and numb
Just weave
Oh, you sisters weave on
Let the blood run through your thread
Oh, you sisters weave on
Weave your stitching purple, blue and red
Oh, you sisters weave on
Let the blood run through your thread
Just you still weave on
Feed on sorry sons of saint
Preaching salvation, while we fall with such amazing grace
Feed on love of money, love of race
Disrespect of country and neighbor's neighbored in our hate
Stitch it on, the bothers gone and lives they gave to the foreign graves
With your fingers pale and numb
