Aqua Dementia

An invitation to clairvoyance It's hard to stand around and watch while they ignore us She is dumped on Used as an ashtray At the expense of an organized association I see the stones in the path we laid It's a question of tomorrow We like to breathe the ancient wind that we have followed A perfect fire to burn the land Before they knew it The sun has fallen Boiling the water where the hydra's crawling The righteous go in blazing fury And we cleanse the earth to bring it down Bring it down And God will watch it burn Releasing souls Releasing souls Within the wrath we wait To be dirt again There is a flame I lit I upon high