Screams

from

the

em-

bers

of

the

fi-

re.

A

fa-

ding

light

of

a

lost

em-

pi-

re.

Col-

lapsed

in

time-

less

haze,

lan-

terns

be-

low

the

caves

shine

no

light

for

the

sha-

dow

man.

The

path

to

am-

nes-

ty

lit-

tered

in

un-

marked

graves.

The

in-

no-

cent

swal-

lowed

in

sand.

The

hand

that

grasps

for

life

se-

vered

clean

by

the

knife.

With

e-

very

cut

so

deep,

how

sound

the

shel-

tered

sleep.

Deaf

ears

to

the

ring

of

the

si-

ren's

call.

I

hear

they

sing

in

hea-

ven.

We'll

ne-

ver

hear

the

song.

Your

pain

is

mine.

I

am

you

in

a-

no-

ther

life.

Your

pain

is

mine.

We

were

one

long

a-

go

be-

fore

the

earth

stole

our

souls.

Your

pain

is

mine.

E-

very

god

says

fare-

well

to

their

sons.

When

the

bombs

come,

run.

I-

so-

la-

tion

in

a

swarm

of

bul-

lets.

A-

no-

ther

in-

fant

chokes

on

the

ha-

los

of

smoke

I

ne-

ver

saw

the

truth

but

now

I

know

it.

Con-

sume

our

sa-

ni-

ty.

We've

torn

a-

part

so-

ci-

e-

ty.

The

hand

that

grasps

for

life

se-

vered

clean

by

the

knife.

With

e-

very

cut

so

deep,

how

sound

the

shel-

tered

sleep.

Deaf

ears

to

the

ring

of

the

si-

ren's

call.

I

hear

they

sing

in

hea-

ven.

We'll

ne-

ver

hear

the

song.

Your

pain

is

mine.

I

am

you

in

a-

no-

ther

life.

Your

pain

is

mine.

We

were

one

long

a-

go

be-

fore

the

earth

stole

our

souls.

The

gods

say

fare-

well

to

their

sons

when

the

bombs

come.

The

gods

say

fare-

well

to

their

sons

when

the

bombs

come.

Pain-

ted

pic-

tures

al-

ways

seem

se-

rene,

but

the

re-

a-

li-

ty

is

much

har-

sher

to

see.

And,

I

need

you

to

know

that

help

is

out

of

my

reach,

or

at

least,

be-

lieve

me,

I

wished

that

you'd

find

peace.

But,

there's

no

ac-

tion

in

a

thought,

sim-

ply

lost

at

sea

of

un-

de-

ni-

a-

ble

com-

pla-

cen-

cy

and

trea-

che-

ry.

And,

I

plead

that

you

were

gi-

ven

just

a

chance

to

be

free,

may-

be

in

time,

but

know

I

tried.

Your

pain

is

mine.

Run

like

your

life

de-

pends

on

it,

be-

cause

one

day

it

will.

I'm

sor-

ry

chi-

ld,

the

world

was-

n't

there

to

pick

up

the

pie-

ces.

It

ne-

ver

will!