A Thousand Crying Voices

Strange Winds Bring Upon A Gathering

Of Bullets That Spin Through The Broken Air Like Sentences

Weather Raining On Trails Of Fire

Interrupting The Ever So Clear Peace

Bringing Upon The Chaos Of A Thousand Crying Voices

Clutching Thier Open Eyes Like Chess Pieces

Tuning To The Station That Spoke Of The New Forced Living

We Scream At The Money Spent Windows

With Shards Spreading Around The World

Unreliable Truth Is Of No Use

Spoken In The Pale Boring Room

That Changes Nothing To Our Choices

An Ocean Is On The Horizon

Where The Sun Must Die

Do Not Fear The Becoming

Only Rely On The Moonshine

To Release Your Lies In The Skies

Watch Them Fall Alone...In The Moment That Chose The Killing

Changing Eternity On The Time Table Of Domestic Violence