Gentle Violence

There's a gentle violence
Miles of silence
Separating
You and me
Crystal and covered
In the arms of a mother
I'm a child who cannot flutter myself free

Sons and daughters
Of rising waters
Hell is hotter
So they say
Maybe we'll find out
When our time's out
We keep living by the sword
Will we live another day?

Sometimes lately
I think of you leaving
Would my heart stop beating?
Would I know to cry?
My mind is storming
Three in the morning
We are two warring nations
And we don't remember why

So while we revel
On ground unlevel
We give our devils
A place to hide
We're suicidal
Flags and false idols
And God's own precious guns
Won't ever turn back the tide