Into the mouth of hell Torrential rain at the helm of death It drowns the weak, battering the rest Black walls of waves pummel to capsize The roaring thunder overshadows our cries I will try to pour all of myself into this life Before I die Into the

Now the oil's gone And the money's gone All the jobs are gone Still we're hangin' on Down in dry county To wash the sins from off our hands Praying for some holy water The promise has run dry Where nobody cries

In the ghetto (in the ghetto) On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' And his mama cries As the snow flies A poor little baby child is born 'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need It's another hungry mouth to feed People, don't you understand The

Love and love is all we have left Love is all we have left A baby cries on a doorstep Nothing to stop this being the best day ever Nothing to keep us from where we should be I wanted the world but you knew better And that all we have is immortality You

I don't mind (Read the writing on the wall) (Tortured voices as we crawl) Find me on my better days To lose it once again Mother cries But I seem to find out better ways To consciously pretend Lost the meaning of our stay

Stay while the melody’s sung Break like a wave on the run I do be sure I can’t say anymore I just know that it won’t last forever Don't say a word The faint cries can hardly be heard A storm lies beyond the horizon, barely

Leave our excellent souls I set a fire just to see what it kills And the rain's coming down Head for the coast Everything goes All our lonely kicks are getting harder to find We'll play nuns versus priests until somebody cries All our lonely kicks that

Tear down the veil that bars your heart from feeling this. Dedicate yourself. With open arms embrace this heart. With open eyes behold the truth. Embrace this life. Their cries are blown away with the wind How passive can we be before humanity is lost?

And the wind cries Mary. After all the jacks are in their boxes, And the clowns have all gone to bed, You can hear happiness staggering on down the street, Footprints dress in red. And the wind whispers Mary. A broom is drearily sweeping Up the broken

She is gone At the dawn of our living time Harvest of Sorrow Your seed is grown In a frozen world full of cries When the ray of life shrinks Shall cold winter nights begin Leaves are falling down The tear maiden will not return