WVRM - Shining Path Lyrics

The street fire burns through the night
The sunrise slaughters
Another martyr sent toward the light
They slowly suffer
Hammers upon a canvas of sand
Where the snow pierced sky meets the melancholy of the vast wasteland
Farther than any tearless eye could see
How the turbines seem to only dance for me and my dreams
Sick of the hell and heartache
Throbbing dull within
Their Heads upon the butcher's block
Hatred chasm of low born stock
As the cruel sun beats down
Another fucking child will drown
How The third world pays for my sins
They will dream
And they will sing of some day coming
While toiling waste deep
Throw your bombs
Justice send forth the storm
Rise against the first world