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