Stand up...do you hear the songs of redemption coughed out from
blackened lungs?...as the bittered martyred voices harvest the
songs to ruins...ruins...
pump the veins with blood and demons...to breed havoc baptized
in venom...the screams turn to whispers and we forget it...do
you see the streets turn cold and red?...as millions of swollen
hands are unable to close or clinch...
in a cycle of filth the rewards are reaped in
ruins...ruins...and now we're safe...with blood in our own
mouths...swallowed in faith...spit it out...the fear soaks
in...pointing the way to the horizon...do we choke on our
sins?