Perfect Design

Some day the flood
Will wash away the blood
Of a thousand men
Right where they stood
Because they believed
That there was still good
Somewhere in the world
They thought they heard a child
But I felt her

The child grew up
And locked away the pain
In a viral box
She knew she'd see again
But first there was time
And then there was space
To perfect a design
And lay us all to waste
I'll help her

Do you believe
Do you believe me now
You gave up on us again
Gave up on as a friend
I can't say I blame you
She'll take us above the pain
Take us above the plain
And I will take the blame
You can see me beaming
On the ceiling
We never knew was there

One day the sun
Will dry up all the rain
And before we can run
Engulf us all in flame
We'll be burned alive
But we'll feel no pain
All because of a box
That she took to the grave