Fire

intoxicated in celebration
the illusion of abondance wails
in the wings
equalitys a dream to share
to pursue fortune mankind slays
each other throats
every man fights alone
to rape this world of
it's riches

Lovers make merry in the
hay (they whisper)
ignorance is bliss
to be wise must be a fally
they are foolish to think
themselves safe

lord's and ladies of this
land stand hand i hand
alongside the illusion (their desires for their own haven of peace)

a prescence look's down in despair
he expects nothing less from us
as we throw the first stone
hell bent to ignore our destiny
above fire below flood