An Unkind

We see the vipers of distance

Crawl into our lives everyday

Breeding our Edens of hatred

Pathetically stupid and unkind

We couldn't look a saint in the eyes

On the storm

It's time to go

On the storm

It's time to go

Marching in ines of contradiction

Forgetting the history we make

Loving our hangmen as the penultimate joke

We lack the Moses... to look

A saint in the eye