High atop radio towers Sky darkens in the final hours Marie wrings her praying hands Don? t see why the spirit won? t understand While lines are crossed Hope? s broken at the knees And at a loss The world? s made of dust And dust it will return Sniper surveys the scene Angel chorus won? t intervene Takes her child to the river? s edge And let? s her go to the depths Where dark waters flow A singing tide Pulls her to the edge and hypnotize Samn any fool willing to believe There? s no hand behind any of this What? s it gonna take, force the cycle to break And skut it down before it makes another round Sworn in on an oath the lies Swat away a halo of flies Fast track vision deceives The storm on the horizon Close behind