And my mind is as empty as my belly
Save thoughts or food of choice
Given to the chosen one
My heart holds no sorrow
Yet fears for that of the child
Recede now tides of great flood water
For the earth can stand no more pain
And lives are buried like the dead
Piled high by the mass of the grave
Buried alive you still hear them screaming
Slow death through torment and pain
There are some say that it's a lie
For they live on top of the hill
Supporting the damn with their ties
Drunk upon the drink that they swill
And maybe the war will end in 2013
How far off does that seem for the pause
Vietnam had the same sort of time frame
And poverty was the way of it's will
