Scattered thoughts on the pavement
Brown glass lacing our palms
Bruises with a pain, a calm
With not a drop of sweat

We chose explosion
Flash inspiration
A generation burnt aspiration
Built on a broken foundation

Children with pen to sins
Writing plans on how to stand
But the paper burns up in our hands
Angel's Fell, this hell we live in

We'll stand without a hint or explanation
Broken backs, weighed down with patience
With nothing but the disturbance of our laughter
Burning your world, lies, love, dynamite but

We will, rebuild
From fire, from hell
Destroy and believe in
The smoke of Eden