Story Behind the Song
I combined 2 of my songs and came up with this gem. It's about war and those types of things and obviously inspired by what's been going on since Spet. 11 and now Iraq.
Lyrics
World ends, begins
The fall sends minions
Filthy words, blackened hearts
We survive oceans apart
Eyes away, eyes ahead
Can't be sure of anything
I'll hide, I'll runaway
I'll momentarily escape
Tired hands, wilting hearts
Feathered in the mold of it
We know not what the course may bring
But trust that "joyous" we will sing
This glass of wine I'll drink with you
You say it helps my fortitude
When halls of white are tainted red
We can only hope that evil's dead
And sent into the bowels of hell
Across the world the good prevail
You're wrong, you'll never get it
The next mistake, they have planned it
Pulling the wool right over our eyes
Waiting for a chance to hypnotize
Do rest your mind
I hear the angels sing to me
Ease yout troubled heart
And again they sing to me
Your Lord, Your God
Is always watching over you
Trust in, trust him
I hear the angels sing to me
Tired hands, wilting hearts
Feathered in the mold of it
We know not what the course may bring
But trust that "joyous" we will sing
This glass of wine I'll drink with you
You say it helps my fortitude
When halls of white are tainted red
We can only hope that evil's dead
And sent into the bowels of hell
Across the world the good prevail
Tonight I think I'll cry myself to sleep
Maybe tomorrow I won't have a reason to weap
Or maybe tomorrow it'll all hit me harder, and I....
They think they all got it when really they shot it.
Tossed it to the fish and sea in hopes of somehow altering.
But died instead, gun wounds to the head.
Courtesy of reality
Tired hands, wilting hearts
Feathered in the mold of it
We know not what the course may bring
But trust that "joyous" we will sing
This glass of wine I'll drink with you
You say it helps my fortitude
When halls of white are tainted red
We can only hope that evil's dead
And sent into the bowels of hell
Across the world the good prevail
Do rest your mind
I hear the angels sing to me
Ease yout troubled heart
And again they sing to me
Your Lord, Your God
Is always watching over you
Trust in, trust him
I hear the angels sing to me
Tired hands, wilting hearts
Feathered in the mold of it
We know not what the course may bring
But trust that "joyous" we will sing
This glass of wine I'll drink with you
You say it helps my fortitude
When halls of white are tainted red
We can only hope that evil's dead
And sent into the bowels of hell
Across the world the good prevail
Tonight I think I'll cry myself to sleep
Maybe tomorrow I won't have a reason to weap
Or maybe tomorrow it'll all hit me harder, and I....
They think they all got it when really they shot it.
Tossed it to the fish and sea in hopes of somehow altering.
But died instead, gun wounds to the head.
Courtesy of reality
Let it end before we all end
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