This Farm Will End Up in Fire

You're a storm of secret bombs
Falling noiseless from the clouds
On this land of trees and farms
Growing slowly in the sand

Sounds of prayers, sacrifices
Incense burning in a pipe
Design of God in coded works
Dogs are yelling at the sun

Trees start to bleed, clouds turn to coal
Night seems to talk to every wall
We get out, the crowded web of sounds
Scared everyone

Hovering slowly in the vines
See them suffer when they smile
(Memories fade and I can't, memories fade and I can't)
Everyday they feel the same
Kids are running out of time
(Memories fade and I can't, memories fade and I can't)
Organ pipes, little bones
Growing slowly in the ground
A noise is coming down
A fear made of pain

Blood runs from the seeds, runs from the clouds
Covering fields, and everyone
We get out; the crowded web of sounds
Scared everyone

Everybody's lost in the sun
Everybody's lost in the sun
Everybody's lost in the sun

Once again I have enough
Walking pale and lost

Everybody's lost in the sun
Everybody's lost in the sun
Everybody's lost in the sun
Everybody's lost in the sun