Do you see the hand that lies before you
as the machine scrapes onward throught the sand
100,000 screaming writhing voices
laid silent by the brotherhood of man
The man is still a child
playing in the Sandbox with his toys
and where the metal lays
come the stains of darkness from the void
The headless eyes stretch out thier hands
to the burnt out skin of humanities gown
In your dreams the sandbox screams
as the blood red skies come pourning down