This Tired Earth Video (MV)

Infected little manifested cancer of a man
His maggot brain that's blacker than the stains upon his hands
The sack of gold and silver chains and skin upon the steps
From crawling through the darkness to the chamber where he's kept

And fear in what they're telling us from Mexico and Rome
They drug you and they beat you and you never make it home
Oh God from where I'm sitting all this chaos is obscene
My son he said this isn't how I saw it in my dreams

I could have tried
Created something that I thought would be worthwhile
This wicked world
I could have tried
Created something that I thought would be worthwhile

Imagine all the prophets that are lined against the gates
We stand aside and realise what happened to this place
So let us sit and talk of all the bloodshed there has been
My son he said this isn't how I saw it in my dreams

I could have tried
Created something that I thought would be worthwhile
This wicked world
I could have tried
Created something that I thought would be worthwhile

As men we are not fit to walk upon this tired earth
The hammer falls in silence for the people that we hurt
So round up all the scum and set alight the gasoline
My son he said this isn't how I saw it in my dreams

I could have tried
Created something that I thought would be worthwhile
This wicked world
I could have tried
Created something that I thought would be worthwhile