Awash on the tides of city rain
I flow through the
Changes that were hardly noticed
Until time itself became a chain
Once
So many people will come and go
Past their time before
They ask why we dress this way
Live for now, stand
The birth of man was the birth of Hell
The wrathful
You--You raised your fist
You were some real Anarchist
Made a lot
So you hate your Mom, you hate your Dad
You hate
Anger as sharp as the broken glass
Burning cars and tear
Yahweh promised a conquered land,
Domination over life--man against man
Mother
Day after day
See a world grow cold and grey
Did you