Fractures

The devil’s at our door The Bloodwoods shiver in the glare of summers haze Dust of ancient lands breathes beneath our feet Since the dawn of time, giver of life divine Shadowed by dark ruination, looming down the line The poisoned lies of narrow minds Now spread into the soul of life Bitter blight fractures life This call for change won’t be too late The devil’s at our door Selling fool’s gold and a miracle cure Hearts of fire unite and man their barricades Truth is overwhelming and yet Hollow men still talk in vain Sowing sickness, shifting focus away Setting in stone a future we cannot sustain We can’t quench our thirst on profits gained And we can’t turn back once it begins Bitter blight fractures life This call for change won’t be too late They poison the well and expect us to drink When the river runs dry only then Then will they see You can line your pockets, but you can’t buy back your soul These gates are locked, this future is not yours to own Bitter blight fractures life This call for change won’t be too late