This Farm Will End Up in Fire

You're a storm of secret bombs
Falling noiseless from the clouds
On this land of trees and farms
Growing slowly in the sand
Sounds of prayers, sacrifices
Incense burning in a pipe
Design of God in coded works
Dogs are yelling at the sun

Trees start to bleed, clouds turn to coal
Night seems to talk to every wall
Weeping up the crowd a wave of sounds
Scared everyone

Hovering slowly in the vines
See them suffering when they smile
Everyday they feel the same
Kids are running out of time
Organ pipes made of bones
Growing slowly in the ground
A noise is coming down
A fear made of pain

Blood runs from the seeds, runs from the clouds

Blood runs from the seeds, runs from the clouds
Covering fields and everyone
Weeping up the crowd a wave of sounds
Scared everyone

Everybody's lost in the sun

Once again I've enough
Walking pale and lost

Everybody's lost in the sun