Riff Explosion

They ground our dreams by selling wars in tacet fields of resonance till the gun falls and the skylarks shed the feathers, their loudest songs, in penetrating fills rattle up the sands, the litany of mischance swirls in the air, the carved out abstracts, lease demand, years of edited history bleed through the walls, as long vanished foe stir the lands. men of honor in virtue over vice wear the stain of past mistakes, the ever-torn conflict of dying again the country hanged flagged by the stakes [vocal solo] skylarks sing of metal doom I hear the echo from my room, From my room, from my room I hear the shrieking cry of platoons We build our dreams on the annals of grain water the ground of what they belie, till a famine grows on the toils of war until we are forced to sell our sky [vocal solo] skylarks sing of metal doom I hear the echo from my room from my room, from my room I hear the shrieking cry of platoons [repeat]