Angels on Fire

Look there Just over the city, do you see them? Like angels on fire, they’re coming To take you home. Don’t be afraid That’s just thunder, shaking the walls Bringing the house down around you Pounding our world to dust. And then you’re gone but you’re here And I’m still holding what was once you While what was my heart Bleeds out through my eyes, to never return This ground is not made sacred by your blood And this land will never be holy again Each night I pray for the angels to wrap me In their burning arms and take me to you Have I sinned too much To meet you in Heaven? Am I too impure to feed the fires Of the Holy War that’s left me so Profane and alone? How can I believe in a god that allows this? Profane and alone… I cannot believe… This ground is not made sacred by our blood And this land will never be holy again Can’t see the horizon for the glare The smell of death, the taste of sickness in the air Push button… push button… Warfare