Besedila: Stavesacre. Absolutes. Zzyzx Scarecrow.

Near the gateway to Mojave
I saw a place
Both beautiful and blistering
And cruel and cold the same

The sun was like a lion
Bearing down upon its prey
Death valley stained in crimson
For the moon to wash away

And I envisioned rows of gallows
For the world to look upon
One step too bringing order
To a planet tempting chaos

Can you feel it coming down
The righteous wrath of God?
Revealed from out of heaven
For the innocent blood crying from the ground

While the wicked seem to prosper
And glory in these days
As if their ways were hidden
As if they had escaped

We have lost our sense of justice
Smearing lines of right and wrong
Despising any standards
We blindly stumble on

Bleeding hearts may scream compassion
What of those that cannot cry
A life is worth a life
Justice, merciful and blind

Innocent blood
Is crying from the ground

It's coming down