The Ninth Hour

overwhelming fallacy / blinding all but one 
sick of the screaming / fearful of truth 
when the oceans part again 
and the dust is all that has ever been 
premonitions verified / and this is all we are 
i am nothing just like you 
centuries of conflict 
so this is progress 
growing smaller with every life 
dancing around the fire 
i'd rather bury my head / than the bodies in the sand 
so this is progress 
tearing down pleas / standing on dreams 
washing their suits / in innocent blood