not filled with screams of hatred and of pain
but the morning sun still looks out on all of our destruction
and the rivers of the blood of all those slain…
I always thought the morning light would help us see our way
but the darkness in our hearts still shines on through
we are quick to point the finger at those we feel are guilty
but the truth is that we never know what’s true…
I now know that the coming day will be just as days before
and we’ll just add numbers of all those that are slain
we seem not to care or worry of the torment or the slaughter
as long as it’s not done in our good name!
