A singing tide
Swat away a halo of flies
And at a loss
And skut it down before it makes another round
Hope’s broken at the knees
Don’t see why the spirit won’t understand
What’s it gonna take, force the cycle to break
The world’s made of dust
Takes her child to the river’s edge
Pulls her to the edge and hypnotize
Where dark waters flow
While lines are crossed
Fast track vision deceives
Sworn in on an oath the lies
And let’s her go to the depths
Angel chorus won’t intervene
And dust it will return
The storm on the horizon
Samn any fool willing to believe
There’s no hand behind any of this
Marie wrings her praying hands
Sniper surveys the scene
