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