grasping

for the feet of a savior

pleading

to be cleansed of disease

hanging on for as long as able

drawn back by the ebb of the sea



like soldiers standing proudly

as their ancestors did before them

standing through tempest and time

shadowing those behind them

silent are they in number

to the clouds they do not yield

now forever will they slumber

fallen frail to the labored steel



if not a sound was heard

from that which had fallen

would we deny the ruins



the air is thickening

my breath is quickening

I fear the storm

I fear the storm coming

waters are rising

and the world she sighs

I fear the storm coming

and our senses numbing

I fear the storm

the sky is falling



coldness reshapes the boundaries

stealing life from beneath us

preying on our mother's womb

leaving the future to haunt us

wounds left unattended

infected by careless greed

spreading quickly through the veins

from the stacks of the industry



the air is thickening

my breath is quickening

I fear the storm

I fear the storm coming

waters are rising

and the world she sighs

I fear the storm



off in the distance

the man on the moon

a silent witness



[repeat chorus]