spirit of peace i pray for
spirit of hope i die for
call of drums just leave me
wishful thinking and believing
lonely hearts displays grieving
feal the hate of battle leave me
reap the sowing of the masses
feal in dreams but life is hapless
here we are the present magic
here you go i gave you that shit
almond trees dont hear me coming
calming breeze and no more running
everyone can smell it on me
maybe thats why nobody calls me
isnt this what you all wanted
didnt i do what you wouldnt
grasping steal when sheep arms couldnt
prayed to God for safe return
just so you can watch me burn