Blood Mare

Do you feel the loss of your assumed future?

Do you feel that life is ripping up your sutures?

A gift is just a debt

Unwritten but implied

A never-ending stream

Of sacrifice on your supply

When do we go from running things to things running us?

Hannibal is at the gates

Everyone is fighting a battle

That most will never understand

Understand

You were given this mountain to show them how

How it can be moved by your hand

By your

Bleagh

The future is not what

It used to be

Our misfortune teller

Keep threshing our plea

And the blood mare

She is always on alert

As her foals keep disappearing

Straight after birth

When do we go from running things to things running us?

Hannibal is at the gates

Everyone is fighting a battle

That most will never understand

Understand

You were given this mountain to show them how

How it can be moved by your hand

By your hand

Against all the science, against all the odds

The magic and all of the things in between

Against all logic, we still put our hope

In the miracle machine

Everyone is fighting a battle

That most will never understand

Understand

You were given this mountain to show them how

How it can be moved by your hand

Everyone is fighting a battle

That most will never understand

Understand

You were given this mountain to show them how

How it can be moved by your hand

She's the blood mare