After the Flood

Sang soulless loud Herding step on flesh and nothing else To well, to drown and drown Sleight of reason, how they come Cain in number Shake my head Turn my face to the floor Dead to respect, to respect to be born Lest we forget who lay Alone, the crowd Spurning step by state, blame something else Thirsting within, without Sighted, weeded, how they run Slain in number Shake my head Turn my face to the floor Dead to respect, to respect to be born Lest we forget who lay