No Place For This
All the madness now
Every single part of it
Can be stifled at the start of it every single voice
Is another choice
The rain comes before the flowering stones in the way are towering cowards will go on cowering
Anger is not an answer
All the killing hands
And the seeds they're scattering
Can be stopped before the shattering every drop of blood
Is a silent flood
The rain comes before the flowering stones in the way are towering cowards will go on cowering
Anger is not an answer
There's no place for this.so hide this quiet song underneath the light of you let it linger on in spite of you what cannot be heard
Isn't all absurd
What the body fears
The spirit hears
The rain comes before the flowering stones in the way are towering cowards will go on cowering
Anger is not an answer
There's no place for this.