Land of Dead
John Mark Lapham, Rishi Dhir
Land of dead, land of endless space
Land of fire, the sky burns brighter
Empty love, empty space
Are we all losing grace?
We can live here no more
Serpent skin, you’ve shed again
Stories grow but the truth will show
What’s the use of hiding here?
Can you smell the stench of fear?
Your eyes do not lie
“Goodbye, blue sky
So long, clean air
Do you even care?”