Touch the Past

Not all journeys are equal. Not all voyages are fair

Weather permitting, I'd like to go there

A promise received: a promise declared

Water overflows under the weight of us

Water overflows under the weight of us

A man engaged with freedom, is a man married to mercy

Look for the priest, meet at the steeple

Build your pyre high: engulf the world

At night she dreams of horrors yet unseen

"Lord have mercy on his soul."

Another maze of thoughts that she can't save

"Lord have mercy on her soul

I'll cleanse myself of what I don't know."

A childish dream of desperate hope

Lord has mercy; I have nothing

Where's my mercy? Where's my solace?

Where's my country? Where's that promise?

I'm not dirty; not your profit

Lord has mercy; I have nothing

Where's my mercy? Where's my solace?

Where's my country? Where's that promise?

I'm not dirty; not your profit

Lord has mercy; I have nothing

Where's my mercy? Where's my solace?

Another one down in flames. The remnants form a chain

Reaction bubbles up; trending ever higher

People sound the same. Militant microcosms

Suggesting we're to blame; hang them from the spire

We can hear them

Sing their story

We can see them

Paint their glory

A vision we don't know. To the victor goes the plunder

Can we even forge a bond to withstand the fire?

Waiting for the rain to wash away our ire

In time it's all the same: a never-ending spiral

Lord has mercy; I have nothing

Where's my mercy? Where's my solace?

Where's my country? Where's that promise?

I'm not dirty; not your profit

Lord has mercy; I have nothing

Where's my mercy? Where's my solace?

Water overflows under the weight of us

Water overflows under the weight of us

Where's our mercy? Where's our solace?

Where's our country? Where's that promise?

Where's our mercy? Where's our solace?

Where's our country? Where's that promise?