"America prays for God to destroy our enemies, our enemies pray for God to destroy us: somebody's gonna be disappointed. Somebody's wasting their fucking time! Could it be... everyone?"

The winds whisper

A funeral call

Parting the shroud

Bidding branches rise and fall

In this waste

Found through years

Lost in haste

You enlisted to save

Something that never was

For a pledge never made

By a group you'll never join

For the skies they promise

The horizons they choose

The soil they possess...

These hands they'll use

'Til your final breath

Well it's a death

Not worth dying for