Sleepy Sun New Age
Dirty streets are filled with suits and televisions
The smell cuts a glass shore under the season
Heads roll down the hill and father keeps it still
The sickness is trying to sit with me
Man knows god is resoluting pain for mercy
A new age of silence calls in the sun
No sound or song shines like the sun
There's peace in in the mountains where an old man sits in the warm sun
His own best friend, better he once was, he does not take sweets he takes all the money
The motions not a hint of a smile to be found
His back keeps turning never looking out for me
I'll scream for peace in the mountain range
I know that we've been through this before
We are the souls of a dying race
I'll tell all the kids we'll burn in hell
I'll scream for peace in the mountain range
