Railroad Lanski, Bring Us War

When the wind stops on our planet, it becomes a goldie lock.
Deep beneath the Earth, you feel it in the trees and the dirt.
Beauty takes the shapes of lost tides but never loses stride.
Is this the way of the lion?
Forgotten merits never found and lost again.
Hope falls to the founder of the sky.
Is this the way of the waters?
Betrayed by fear, one never sees the waves fall.

Remember to look up at the sky,
when the leaves fall from our trees.
Everything you know is the water in your soul.
Is this the way of our mother?
Still we seek answers beyond the fabric of life.

The timeless shadow conditions herself among the ground.
Crowds will cheer and never give up.
Are we chained to the walls which close us in?
Disappearing through the fog, our apathy follows suite.

The clocks tick through our eyes like time bombs in our hearts.
Sound is dampened by the dirt and the sand.
May this be the end of our old days.
Dissipate like the moon who hides her face.
But sometimes a voice is heard.
I close my ears so I can't hear the truth.
Can a world so big become something so small?
Still waters produce the best reflections.
Here at the shoreline where realities becomes murky.
Her words inspire the doubtful and drive the evil away.
Voice of the gods: 'who leaves our innocence to wolves?'