A Meditation 歌詞

So cold I could not feel my toes And I see that a winter approaches Heralded by sirens instead of snow Children at play In the fields of the lord Trying to punch god in the face And say you love him Trying to sell a crippled wife As an alibi The skies of america seem to darken each week Deafened by the clatter of a sinking ship. Helicopters every night over washington And youy don't know if military Or if civilian And you don't know it's the coming Of armageddon There's a thousand men in uniforms A thousand men with guns They make a sound like...