Monday, March 28, 2005

Pantera - Floods

A dead issue,
don't wrestle with it,
deaf ears are sleeping

A guilty bliss, so inviting (let me in),
nailed to the cross

I feel you, relate to you,
accuse you

Wash away us all, take us with the floods
Then throughout the night,
they were raped and executed
Cold hearted world
Your language unheard of,
the vast sound of tuning out,
The rash of negativity is seen one sidedly,
burn away the dayThe nervous, the drifting,
the heavingWash away us all,
take us with the floods

Then throughout the day mankind played with grenades
Cold hearted worldAnd at night they might bait the pentagram
Extinguishing the sunWash away man, take him with the floods