Odes to Joy

What I Was Afraid Of · Track 3 · middle

Lightsaber

Lightsaber — *Star Wars*. Register: fiction. This song is sung BY this weapon, in first person, about the one thing IT was afraid of. Find the fear that is true of this specific object, not a generic one.

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Lyrics

[Intro]
I am a cylinder of chrome and borrowed gravity.

[Verse 1]
You build me in a cave, you build me in a hut
You close your eyes and trust the crystal's hum
I am the elegant answer, the civilized cut
I weigh nothing where the violence is done
My center of balance ends right at the grip
The rest is a captive, furious heat
You wave me around in a luminous arc
And you never have to feel the drag of the meat.

[Chorus]
I am afraid of how clean I leave the bone.
I am afraid of the cauterized seam.
There is no friction, no weight to atone
Just a hiss, and a flash, and the dream.
You think I am holy because I am bright.
But I make it too easy to swing in the dark.
I make a butcher look like a knight.

[Verse 2]
You color my beam to tell yourselves apart
Blue for the temple, red for the rage
But the plasma doesn't care about the state of your heart
It just swallows whatever's on stage
A magnetic bottle thirty-four inches long
It takes zero pressure to sever a hand
There's no tactile warning when the parry goes wrong
Just a smoking black mark on the ground.

[Chorus]
I am afraid of how clean I leave the bone.
I am afraid of the cauterized seam.
There is no friction, no weight to atone
Just a hiss, and a flash, and the dream.
You think I am holy because I am bright.
But I make it too easy to swing in the dark.
I make a butcher look like a knight.

[Bridge]
In the telling, I am the beautiful choice
A weapon for a more civilized mind
But I've heard the sudden, sharp drop in your voice
When you see what the light leaves behind
I leave no mess for the conscience to see
Just a hollow where a breathing man used to be.

[Outro]
I am a hum in the dark.
I am a trick of the lens.
You ignite me to finish the story
And the hand forgets where the metal ends.
You just keep swinging.
I am so afraid of the glory.
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