Statis in Darkness
Statis in darkness
Electric’s down
The provence in darkness
Trees blocking roads
Stone wailing and raging
Trains overflow
The powerless and helpless
In the silent poem
Were so messed up
To much to save
Were so messed up
To much to save
Your tears running
Burning on my face
The feeling St. Stevens
Blood and pain
We’ve fallen, crestfallen,
The martyr’s dead
I love you, no longer words I can say
Were so messed up
To much to save
Were so messed up
To much to save
Were so messed up
To much to save
Were so messed up
To much to save
Were so messed up
To much to save