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 silence calls in the sun No sound or song shines like the sun There's 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 motion's not a hint of a smile to found His back keeps turning never looking out to me A new age of silence calls in the sun No sound or song shines like the sun 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 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