Fatal Vision (Warfare)

The smog turns visual A silver disc the rain so cold The ice age inside my head Glowing fire the silk that’s read A warning the epic sign The graves are of the ones we love, So dark inside the twilight haze Echo circumstance, and dancing days. It turns into a trance The singing and the dance For the ones who bang their heads on walls, Eccentric is the host The one that plays the ghost And foolish rumours when they fall. The conflict just seals the fate Wax burning down the wick So quill the bird in flight Stained in ink do we say who’s right Oh the barbs and graffiti walls. Electric the walk the dance, First edition brothers let’s all sing To the pleasure of the wastelands ring. Dance into a trance Blaze the fire burning bright.