wind blow   a semi capsized in the storm   stranded   the rains of June have cleansed it   a baptism of sufferage      take two   one man beneath a waning moon   still birth   the abortive child of entropy   careening for identity      tempt him   break him in slowly   his heart is quick to judge   but his hands are too lonely   break him in slowly...      the red dawn   another storm opens her arms   she's whispering,   "surrender all your loyalties."   hand over your idle hands of false idols   let the rains embrace you      now...   break them in slowly   young hearts are quick to judge   but their hands are so lonely   break them in slowly...   break them in slowly...