Charred Fields of Snow

A Static Lullaby

This touch, last touch
This touch won't break me
A word too soft to be spoken
Wrapped in barbed wire
And traveling amongst the charred, fields of snow
I have become wounded
For the souls lost in this display of self righteous ideals
Break for I'm the one who deserves this pain
The innocent will find
The innocent will find their place in heaven
This pain will not stop
I now dispose of you
One by one their souls will take you over
The pain of thousands, your time has come
To think you have broken us down
You have not, the innocent are free now
And you're condemned