High atop radio towers
Sky darkens in the final hours
Marie wrings her praying hands
Don? t see why the spirit won? t understand
While lines are crossed
Hope? s broken at the knees
And at a loss
The world? s made of dust
And dust it will return
Sniper surveys the scene
Angel chorus won? t intervene
Takes her child to the river? s edge
And let? s her go to the depths
Where dark waters flow
A singing tide
Pulls her to the edge and hypnotize
Samn any fool willing to believe
There? s no hand behind any of this
What? s it gonna take, force the cycle to break
And skut it down before it makes another round
Sworn in on an oath the lies
Swat away a halo of flies
Fast track vision deceives
The storm on the horizon
Close behind
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