Poppies
That Way Lies Madness
They pray and pray
But to what end
While hell rains
From the sky
You claim it’s his will
That it’s all yours
So build your heaven
On their land
While hell reigns
And if your god
Can hear their cries
Then what kind of god is he
What kind of god is he
I hope the hell you believe in
swallows you whole
You say that you’re blessed
But what about the rest
I hope the hell you believe in
swallows you whole
Cry me a river to the sea
I pray for the day they see the poppies bloom
