Lie in the pale summer heat

Find a clock as it ticks

Oh, to never sleep

But the clock ticks so loud

Like the cracking of whips

Till the sun slowly heaves

>From the blood hungry land

To its heaven of blue



Run, through the dust and the stones

Like a stream as it flows

Through the kingdom of peace

But a beast roamed his head

Like the aching of guilt

As it bakes in the heat

As its swollen tongue speaks

Robs the old of their breath



Hang beneath dawns scarlet arch

Where the wind ever moans

Like the slaveship it drifts