Fracture

The devil's at our door.

The Bloodwoods shiver in the glare of summers haze
Dust of ancient lands breathes beneath our feet
Since the dawn of time, giver of life divine
Shadowed by dark ruination, looming down the line.

The poisoned lies of narrow minds
Now spread into the soul of life.

Bitter blight fractures life
This call for change won't be too late.

The devil's at our door
Selling fool's gold and a miracle cure.

Hearts of fire unite and man their barricades
Truth is overwhelming and yet
Hollow men still talk in vain
Sowing sickness, shifting focus away
Setting in stone a future we cannot sustain.

We can't quench our thirst on profits gained
And we can't turn back once it begins.

Bitter blight fractures life
This call for change won't be too late.

They poison the well and expect us to drink
When the river runs dry only then
Then will they see.

You can line your pockets, but you can't buy back your soul
These gates are locked, this future is not yours to own.

Bitter blight fractures life
This call for change won't be too late.