On a day when the sky screams to the earth,
In colour's infra-red glow.
The tiny monsters go here and all over,
Scarring in each single step.
The fires below bellow in harmony,
With it's enlightened sister.
And all the innocents can't understand,
As their world is torn apart.
And the medicine they sedate it with,
Grinds - piercing into the soul.
Extract the necessary resources,
For selfish need is what drives.
One day the fires will engulf all of us,
And our shield laid 'front our feet.
In a hazy scream which we couldn't catch,
Though we had the pow'r to.
She is awake and full of vengeful zeal,
Slumber disturbed by so many.
Dan Tait and his words... Bodhi Records.
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