Movement flows like sea on stone
Liquid fingers not my own
Life in rainfall beads of blood
Weaves scarlet ribbons in the mud
A rage of bullets flying past
Makes water whispers in the glass
While blood and water mingle on
The fluid ground of the carrion
Blood washes up the eyes contrasted clarity
Transparent sea enough for us to realize
We’ve come too far for freedom now we cannot see
The streams the rivers and the oceans flowing with our lies
Can we return to any sincere morality
When technology kills our love with cheap depravity
Blood with water soul no longer flowing strong
Isn’t it a wonder that we ever get along