Under the Surface

Behind a burning red fog
The great mind swims in confusion
Its blood ferments in anger
Honor and wisdom will cower

Your river’s flow is damned all to hell

Drifting in a current to stagnate
Encircle the vision of rust

Your river’s flow is damned all to hell

Strong hearts soar through blindness
Tearing the fog, tearing the eyes to clarity
To a place where truth is seen

Your shell is hollow, so am I
The rest will follow, so will I