New Age - Sleepy Sun

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 slience calls in the sun

No sound or song shines like the sun

Theres 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 motions not a hint of a smile to be found

His back keeps turning never looking out for me

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