Thousands of years of illusory days of deceit
Hollow eyes of simple minds flattening their feet
Atrophied minds, easy survival
No wants, no needs
Their hands on their Bible
Work for the worn, safe place for teh sane
A place for lies unveiled, mistakes made plain
I wait while the world wakes
Find a home for my hands
Desperation holding hands with tragedy
Lost time colluding with lunacy
Take the holy out of war and what's left to fight for?