Shining Path - WVRM

The street fire burns through the night

The sunrise slaughters

Another martyr sent toward the light

They slowly suffer

Hammers upon a canvas of sand

Where the snow pierced sky meets the melancholy of the vast wasteland

Farther than any tearless eye could see

How the turbines seem to only dance for me and my dreams

Sick of the hell and heartache

Throbbing dull within

Their Heads upon the butcher’s block

Hatred chasm of low born stock

As the cruel sun beats down

Another fucking child will drown

How The third world pays for my sins

They will dream

And they will sing of some day coming

While toiling waste deep

Throw your bombs

Justice send forth the storm

Rise against the first world