Mirage of the sunset

In the howlin' wind
Comes a stingin' rain
See it drivin' nails
Into the souls on the tree of pain.

From the firefly
A red orange glow
See the face of fear
Runnin' scared in the valley below.

Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue.

In the locust wind
Comes a rattle and hum.
Jacob wrestled the angel
And the angel was overcome.

You plant a demon seed
You raise a flower of fire.
We see them burnin' crosses
See the flames, higher and higher.

Suit and tie comes up to me
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
Like all the colours of a royal flush
And he's peelin' off those dollar bills
One hundred, two hundred.

See across the field
See the sky ripped open
See the rain comin' through the gapin' wound
Howlin' the women and children
Who run into the arms,
Of forgetfulness.

Inspiration:
Sepultura-Refuse resist

P.S.:
Don't you just hate it when people pretend,
And don't we all wish for a friend.
IN TIMES OF NEED WE ALL SEARCH FOR ONE,
ONE TO MAKE IT HAPPEN,MAKE IT DONE.