A City in the Skies

A black widow hangs, hangs from a tree

Marked with the cross, a symbol of concern

Under the cover of night, a powerful play

Rolling into the city, wild beasts of prey

In a garden of green, cascading streams

A thousand little screens, the killing machines

What are they thinking of? What is going on? What in the world is happening now?

What are they thinking of? What is going on? All the little children have gone insane

Break the window, get into the house

Wipe the memory, we were never here

Icons will fall once and for all

A heart-shaped piece of wood, St. Catherine by the well

The birds are in the air, the streets have new names

The war doors are open, a storm is coming

What are they thinking of? What is going on? What in the world is happening now?

What are they thinking of? What is going on? All the little children have gone insane