Hearts bled so within city walls
In flames of hell from where they stood so tall
To flow in streams from southbound streets
Ugly, real and mean, the cut is clean
Broken bones burst forth from the skin
The pain bites again and again
Wounds take the life of modern man
His heart, his mind, his plan
The heart is a dwelling place, an open invitation
It leads to the mind, and evil contemplation
Fallen angels, forgotten strangers rule the will
They rape and destroy the land we till
It’s hard to distinguish what is real
A solar eclipse to blot out the sun
Is this the end, or are we far from done?
The tides rise and wash away the innocent
Swept away but the spirit remains
Untied and free beyond this disease
Calling out from the ground below our feet |