A girl holds a balloon rising up
A country took the liberty of a man, but he did not crumble
Great nations rise in pride before they go
People strut and pout with knowledge of nothing
I see in my head that it is almost done, but you think the tap with running water will always run
Ask a starving baby what he/she sees
All the roses in the garden will suddenly fade
People at leisure and idle chats
Violent chaos unfolds and spreads
Peace held together by the pounding of guns
Is there any use in swinging an axe to dice an onion?
Is wisdom with words harder to hear?
What is the truth that has happened here?
We follow the path of former ways
Normalize madness and heretical words
A child baptized by fire and tossed around in the world
We cling to the thorns of awkward lives
We writhe in the insanity while blocking it out
Death shows his face, but doesn't beckon our souls
Violence had erupted after something imploded and then the sheep of the land who blindly feed glimpse the hideousness of the life on which they graze
A singer she sang of some of these things with a smoky soul voice from hard soul living and now she is dead some may weep
Some may still graze on the foulest of things
Death preaches to the living