Fields of fire

It's raining at the border,tears of love like blood spilt

Stagnant on the carpet

It's raining and another filthy window watches

And the self is no friend and all enemies attack from within

Way down deep,you know why

The darkness is separated by a slow,red river

Night sneaks into sleepy corners

I lay at the edge of a field of fire

With a thousand ghosts in my dust bed,a thousand ghosts

Way down deep you know why

The earth spits threadbare it's shallow daughters who tread like

Broken tramps,damp on stone cold stares e deep within the fear of a

Hundred lonely victims down

Way deep down you know why

I will listen for your baited step like shadows in the hall that fall

Slowly and trace the shutters of your hollow thoughts and beat my

Heart against these walls,and beat my heart...It's raining at the

Border,It's raining...It's raining...tears of blood