ChOrUs

Equality died when the blacks became white,
When Buddhists took left and Christians ran to the right,
When races formed, and on holy ground, started to fight
When God formed the day, that qucikly morphed into night.


Sit i alone on this barren wasteland? the ground swallowed love,
That plummits like a meteor, from the deep blue above
All goodness is lost at the cruel hand of fate but was it the devil?
That reduced us to this state? did God invent hate? and if so..why?
Did he hand it to us on a plate, like evil satan implies?
No reply, when i scream to the skies, and throw back my head,
Idle hands clasped at my sides in a faint moment of dread,
Pray through my fingers, and not through my mind, don't follow the rules
God is powerless to bind, enforce discourse upon me, for the bad of mankind
Loathed was the day that all the Lords peoples seemed kind.
Perfection is real, and yet possible to consume, be we refuse to believe it,
And in turn strike our own doom, time seeths from the loom
That carpets the world, the fruits of our past, lie caved and entombed
Flowers bloom and then die in the coldest of nights
Their petals cut limp from their stalks like sharp knifes
Destroyed and downtrodden, that dawn breaks the day,
Sun drags up his head, and war comes out to play.


ChOrUs

Equality died when the blacks became white,
When Buddhists took left and Christians ran to the right,
When races formed, and on holy ground, started to fight
When God formed the day, that qucikly morphed into night.