Echoes in the Well

The water drips from wells of shame
Spilling through these words (of blame)
Listen to the battle cries of a race that knows it's dying

Read the bleeding words of those
Who feel the wheel is at their heal
Then somebody tells me that's the way it was meant to be
These things will never die

All they see is nothing
They just hear the echoes in the well

Stare deep into the frigid eyes of a man who knows he's lying
These are those men who make mistakes

But don't erase the pain
Then they whisper to me that's the way it was meant to be
These things will never be

All they see is nothing
They just hear the echoes in the well

There are those who find these times a crime and those whose souls will never mind
Or those who need to plant these seeds

Living in sin's been induced again
By beating the paths of downtrodden men
Or those who think they know their souls
Stab deep in their hearts and listen to the echoes

All they hear are the echoes in the well