(TiptonHalfordDowning)

From a fireball we came crossed sea and mountain

We were drinking beauty with our eyes

We were given all to make our own

Let us be left alone



Laid the tasks and paid the price

Everything survives

Crushed and bolted all the grain

At every wind what a stake we're in

Is pain better than the grave



When we talk without amend

We see red and then

Deep inside our blood begins to boil

Like a tiger in the cage

We begin to shake with rage