Their lies are no good reason

It’s the fatal season

They’re obsessed with treason

They lost the Book of Ephesians,

Casting shadows upon the land

Grasping for straws with a bleeding hand

Leaving footprints in the sand

Killing innocents on command,

You’ll answer for it sooner than you planned

Karma by your own demand

Go ahead and make your final stand

Your delusional kind should be banned,

Lay me down in a field of gray

Winter makes it too cold to stay

Let the ghosts of the children play

Let the ashes fall where they may,

Give me a reason to hang around

But you’d reject me in this abandoned town

And you wonder why I wear this frown

I can’t be your clown,

Everywhere there’s disturbing activity

Destruction with such proclivity

Only a hint of divinity

Draining the life right out of me,

Their lies are no good reason

It’s the fatal season

They’re obsessed with treason

They lost the Book of Ephesians.