From soar to plague From clouds to imprisonment From wheat to the gallows In dreams of free will Strike Never saw fields Quite like these Never will – Never would With open eyes Shut Useless wreckage In the wake Cannot hear the chatter Cannot bear the drag Leave Leave When they saw With what they were left They screamed in fear They screamed for blood Endure They screamed for blood Endure Should I build I will build my own Knife and my fair noose In flesh and will Strike Strike Should I build I will build my own Knife and noose In flesh and will Strike