Right, left a blooded mess
then what is left, is wrong
then the end is right or what is left
and if the end justifies the means. why the trumpet song?
Where we end up, down is anyone's guess.
The end is nigh. Not well hope exists
there'll be trees with seeds beyond the mists
for the ones who came before, already explained this.
The more walls that erect between us, the more to destroy
how long until the rock on which we walk, turn to man-made
brick
and the construction, destruction is what left us keeling
over sick.