Lyrics
Seeing faces in the stars
And rusted labyrinths of Mars
The sudden splintering of the monolith
The canyon runs through time and myth
Frigid still of sunrise
Destroyed by crossfire edgewise
The pinnacles are pleading
As the Earth lies bleeding
Was there any way to act
The hour fiction became fact
Now nothing is sacred and the ocean and stars are never coming back
The howling winds won't cease their call
Unaware of the minefield and the fall
A sabbath of blood and molten lead
The ground erupts in stalks of red
The heavy wind keeps blowing
Grey waters flowing
The earthen spire awaits the sound of rain, to never fall again
Was there any way to act
The hour fiction became fact
Now nothing is sacred and the ocean and stars are never coming back
What respite could we find
In our shackles and our binds
Will this granite Sunday shelter us
Or lock us in our minds
Was there any way to act
The hour fiction became fact
Now nothing is sacred and the ocean and stars are never coming back
What respite could we find
In our shackles and our binds
Will this granite Sunday shelter us
Or lock us in our minds
Will this granite Sunday end
Will this granite Sunday end
Will this granite Sunday end
Will this granite Sunday end
Written by: Philip Robert Armour
