New Age

Dirty streets are filled with suits and televisions
 The smell cuts a glass shore under the season
 Heads roll down the hill and father keeps it still
 The sickness is trying to sit with me
 Man knows god is resoluting pain for mercy
 A new age of silence calls in the sun
 No sound or song shines like the sun
 There's peace in in the mountains
 Where an old man sits in the warm sun
 His own best friend better he once was
 He does not take sweets he takes all the money
 The motion's not a hint of a smile to found
 His back keeps turning never looking out to me
 A new age of silence calls in the sun
 No sound or song shines like the sun
 I'll scream for peace in the mountain range
 I know that we've been through this before
 We are the souls of a dying race
 I'll tell all the kids we'll burn in hell
 I'll scream for peace in the mountain range
 I know that we've been through this before
 We are the souls of a dying race
 I'll tell all the kids we'll burn in hell