Like a tidal wave coming over the shore
Swallowing the moon
And all I’m sure
Come too soon
Once bright citrus groves
Dulled now by hue of anger
Raging swirling water
The life promising bringer of destruction
The parking lot is flooded over
The elevator won’t leave the bottom floor
Stands the innocent accused
The madness of the mobs

And point your finger
If you’re needing someone to blame
In cycles of the strange
The seasons still will change
And comes the winds
And brings the rain
Will you be left out from the storm then
Riding high and mighty on arrogance?

Voices will shout
As this madness grows louder
Voices will shout you down
And voices gone silent
Do we look at the sorrow we now breed
The sewing of the seed of undoing
And all I’m sure
Come too soon
Dissidents snd dissonance
The division, the distrust
And all chaotic matter
Once was order

And point your finger