Something you've heard

somewhere you've seen

too real to ignore

you've chosen not to believe

from the black of their pain

to the white of their fear

in the dust they die

while eden lies near



the freedom bought,

changed hands, was sold

this heat of love has turned ice-cold



we just can't escape it

like flames reaching out from the sun

we can't defeat it

like flames reaching out from the sun



from the garden of love,

been banished too long

and the balance will shift

between the week and the strong

once they would beg and they would plead

but now they demand

divided by those that need

and those that command



the freedom bought,

changed hands, was sold

the heat of love has turned ice-cold and

we never learn but we know too well

heaven's died and gone to hell



now you watch but you shoud have run

like flames that leap from the base of the sun

and you dream you're free but you'll awake

too much too late, too much too late