High atop radio towers Sky darkens in the final hours Marie, wrings her praying hands Don't see why the spirit won't understand While lines are crossed Hope's broken at the knees And at a loss The world's made of dust And dust it will return Sniper surveys the scene Angel chorus won't intervene Takes her child to the river's edge And let's her-go to the depths Where dark waters flow A singing tide Pulls her to the edge and hypnotize Samn any fool willing to believe There's no hand behind any of this What's it gonna take, force the cycle to break And skut it down before it makes another round Sworn in on an oath the lies Swat away a halo of flies Fast track vision deceives The storm on the horizon Close behind