4) Water

chadtindale

(July)

A painting can be nice
Unless you paint away your life
No matter how much you trust
You should watch for the knife
For what you behold in the darkness
It can’t see you as well
The vision for which you quest
Shows you that War is hell

But the water will flow
A Riot in your soul
The fate of the false God
It has been Foretold
And the Water is Clear
The orb can be cold
An Old friend appears
It has been foretold

Trust can be earned
It can play the guitar
It can point to the Children
Or wherever you are
When the doctor seeks help
When the swag-man seeks a home
When the ocean seeks revenge
the Gods start to roam

But the water will flow
A Riot in your soul
The fate of the false God
It has been Foretold
And the Water is Clear
The orb can be cold
An Old friend appears
It has been foretold

The Man-he will rise
The Man-he will call
The Man-he will ride
The Man-he will fall
But She-rallies light
But She-rallies hope
When pushed by the hand
Cling onto the rope

But the water will flow
A Riot in your soul
The fate of the false God
It has been Foretold
And the Water is Clear
The orb can be cold
An Old friend appears
It has been foretold