كلمات The Ninth Hour

overwhelming fallacy / blinding all but one sick of the screaming / fearful of truth when the oceans part again and the dust is all that has ever been premonitions verified / and this is all we are i am nothing just like you centuries of conflict so this is progress growing smaller with every life dancing around the fire i'd rather bury my head / than the bodies in the sand so this is progress tearing down pleas / standing on dreams washing their suits / in innocent blood