It Comes and It GoesThe hill of life lay dead and rottenHome of the beautiful and forgottenBurned by the sun and drowned by the rainTrapped in the soil without love or shameHalf buried alive and left for deadTheir legs feed from the dirt of their bedFamily that lived without their loveVictims of hell that came from aboveThe rooster crowsHere comes the sunSons and daughters of a world that turnsThe children of a thousand sunburnsLeft to rot in the valley of deathWilted skeletons are all that's leftOne day a wind whistled through the treesEchoing the sound of propheciesA child would be born without the rainAnd bring an end to the
Aerodynamic DownfallA current whistles like the choirAluminum birds fly by wireHearts beating under wings of whiteThe manmade star shining in flightAerodynamic hollow sky stoneThe all-seeing-eye that spy's aloneFlying car with a bird's-eye-viewCaked between two layers of blueRise, Rise, Airplane RiseFrom all hands, to the skiesThe God of winds sees blasphemyUnholy manmade tragedyA metal splinter in the skyMankind was never meant to flyTwo stones taken from the heavensAre cast into turning enginesMarks the stone bird a tragic scarBurns the light of a falling starRise, Rise, Airplane RiseFrom all hands, to the skiesFrom the
CravingDrip, Drip, DripHe thrives on this oceanOne second passes And another drop commits suicideThe water creating small swirlsAccompanying its new neighborHis toes wiggle beneath the liquid miseryA few more feetAnd he'll be able to swimSwim further away Than he's ever been beforeHis skin aches for the saltHe cannot survive without his daily doseHe drinks it as if it was wineAnd he was an alcoholic, craving moreAnd another drop falls to his feetI'll keep crying and satisfying his need One day, he will be able to swimAnd the next day, he'll drownIn my tears.