Under a cloud of fire
Where I awoke this fine June morning
With hope under my arm
And a new devistation on my back
It's been a strange life
Anchored with deceit
Beaten with hatred
Held with silence in the midnight Earth
A catastrophe is in the works
I can smell it on your hands
You filthy, stoned rat!
Back to the darkness with you
And because I am sick
Of the company of death
The sound of music and radio
Echoe throughout the land
A plank of wood lyes in the fire
Burning in sick amnesia
Ashes of the match warriors
Cling to the wall and claw your way out
Slither into the next meeting
Of the ancient crossroads
Floating on fumes of shotgun rage
Oh, its not all so bad, I realize
Where do I long to go?
What do I dare to dream?
Dear lost love, take me to that dream
Where sorrow shalln't grab at my heels
Let my sacrifice whimper in the sun
Call me under to a sea of death
Freedom is the name I seek...