High atop radio towers    sky darkens in the final hours    marie, wrings her praying hands    don’t see why the spirit won’t understand    while lines are crossed    hope’s broken at the knees    and at a loss    the world’s made of dust    and dust it will return    sniper surveys the scene    angel chorus won’t intervene    takes her child to the river’s edge    and let’s her-go to the depths    where dark waters flow    a singing tide    pulls her to the edge and hypnotize    samn any fool willing to believe    there’s no hand behind any of this    what’s it gonna take, force the cycle to break    and skut it down before it makes another round    sworn in on an oath the lies    swat away a halo of flies    fast track vision deceives    the storm on the horizon    close behind