A Season in the Sky

I had a vision last night, my god was glowing

There was another bridge on fire

And the last wrecks were counted

The sky opened and the blood flowed

A distant cancerous season was upon me

I had a hook in my back and a light to guide me

My words were useless again

The leftovers were playing with my memories of love

I screamed at my god and he let me go

I drifted silently to the desert and began to pray

I came to a pile of ashes and sifted through it looking

for teeth

A snake spoke through me again

But I could not heal their wounds

I'm searching for the old spirit of war

With my rough hands and sharp knife

I need something to cut into

So that my god can see me again

All I've seen walking through the fire

The figures in my dreams

Running back to me in a psychic scar

As I ride to the dawn