Dirt

Apocalyptic blurring visions of life
The sinking towers in the middle of the night
The armies charge and the cannons fire
It forever attacks us crushing hand like a plier
Faceless a dream that never goes away
The walls a prison but the stuctures in decay
try to stand but the currents pulling down
the boot of progess as it stamps you to the ground
Face the past
Standing till the last
The reasons never work
And hit them were it hurts
Right now we bleed
crushed into dirt
you're slapped in the face but you can't understand
the power here is the hand of man
Survival is fleeting now your heads in a cage
The words had a meaning but they're burning the page
You can't recall what the world was like
When the image is fading dirt will cover the site
A sentinel will do the work
The camera's watching as we're crushed into the dirt