I live in extreme weightiness, Sand dunes of time and emptiness; There is a way out here, From darkness; light! not to fear; Today I ll follow the pole star, I might find the cradle of life, I sojourn in chaos; There is a way to calmness; Pretentious living, Needs that soothing balm; There was no sound, But a jail breaks in Kansas town!
The horses were strong and well fed, In this war torn land; Ammunition mastered to the core; Armageddon in the shore; The flight from the holy land is a waste; Blood has colour and taste; In peace the death rest!
