We see the vipers of distance
Crawl into our lives everyday
Breeding our Edens of hatred

Pathetically stupid and unkind
We couldn't look a saint in the eyes


On the storm
It's time to go
On the storm

It's time to go

Marching in ines of contradiction

Forgetting the history we make
Loving our hangmen as the penultimate joke
We lack the Moses .... to look

A saint in the eye