Loneliness is killing me, eating at my heartstrings,
Tearing me apart at the fibre of my feelings,
Aches and pains, nothing to gain, all is lost,
Holy wings, ripped at the seams, wires are crossed,
Fuses blown, anger reigns over a world of misplaced hope,
Love of suffering and lives lived with sin, beyond a joke,
There to provoke the aid of war destroying all the simple folk
That follow the flock, jump on the wagon, the earth gone up in smoke
Imagery is real, and reality is violence, violence prays on idle hands
That the devil sounded sirens, weapons firin' bullets shroud the land
Cover the earth like locousts, a plague of human demand,
Like a thorn amongst the roses we sit and spite, all that is different
A beautiful flower, deprived of its petals, deflowered in cruel innocence
No defense, like heartless serpents we hide and scorn
Dread the day the sky fell in, and darkness cloud the morn...
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