Darla Farmer - Sweet Wires (Of Fire) lyrics

A struggle began With the tug of a wire There wasn't a plan Just a will to conspire A spine was revealed But it was crippled by time Its definition concealed By the weight of the crime The waters were churning While the fields Were being bought and sold God was on the market Everybody called their god gold But black was the way Of the apocalyptic force That cause and gave Towards A mans internal divorce The archaic man cried From the bottom of his grave Because his prevalence self Had stolen his face and his name Revelation had begun With the undermining of the skies A song could not be sung Under the shadow of a lie The separation of the dark From his former lover light Ignited a powerful spark And incited a violent riot The fields were smoking But the people just didn't care While the fired were smoked No one noticed the smoke in the air And the fires were burning With the rage of my lungs From some incessant yearning For the song to be sung But while the verses were scattered The melody was undone By the fire that had burned My face from the sun A caravan for a casket Held a dead apology That was covered by a mask That was disguising sympathy A sonsul tant to a craftsman Nursed a suffocating dream That was drowning in a wave Of circumstantial gleam A prelude to an action Was the forward of a thought Lying in a d**hbed That common man forgot A sound has come forth From the ghost of desire I've heard the sound before From the dream of a liar A prelude to a position In a moment in time Has aligned with the source Of the original crime The fields were burning But the people just sat and stared By the glow of the fire They all cried Because they were not prepared Now the was has crested And it's beginning to break With the intentions to rectify All their former mistakes And if the force of the wave Ever reaches the shore Then the power of the wave Will be far to hard to ignore