| Trace the picture and hold it closer, feel the pain as the truth spreads its wings and flys out the window. Standing on the mountain looking down at a city in ruins, a falling of Faith and a dead hope. Some one needs a hero, they'll never find, because he's been locked away inside, pushed deep into my mind. Shackled for the time being. Race down the slope heading for the war, this is what you know is much more than just a way to Hate, it has meaning, we made a reason, we forced the entry, I'm on my way. Heading out, believeing, becoming, the villian. The old black sun burns over head, leaving ash to rain from the sky, fire burns deep inside my tribe. We all know how far we'll go to seek out the war. Brace the bridge and run across, burn it down leaving no one else to come all the way, walking behind the cross cocking it over, making it crooked, crush the skull which lays beneath, watching the wind blow the dust around the wooden grave. Face the dieing of love, stand all alone and numb. Look into the eyes of the bum, the begger, and the theif, stealing all of your decaying hope. Look out the window, watch the truth fold its wings and fall into the pile of falsehoods forceing you to dig deeper into the lies to find what you always wanted. |
