Dirt

Apocalyptic blurring visions of life
 The sinking towers in the middle of the night
 The armies charge and the cannons fire
 It forever attacks us crushing hand like a plier
 Faceless a dream that never goes away
 The walls a prison but the stuctures in decay
 try to stand but the currents pulling down
 the boot of progess as it stamps you to the ground
 Face the past
 Standing till the last
 The reasons never work
 And hit them were it hurts
 Right now we bleed
 crushed into dirt
 you're slapped in the face but you can't understand
 the power here is the hand of man
 Survival is fleeting now your heads in a cage
 The words had a meaning but they're burning the page
 You can't recall what the world was like
 When the image is fading dirt will cover the site
 A sentinel will do the work
 The camera's watching as we're crushed into the dirt