Mixed Riff mid shift
Apples mid attire
And all the souls upon the watchtower
Work and so inspire
But as they watch as knives by hawk
Their bullets pointed miss
And in their mix upon thy kiss
The nightingale of bliss
May who so speak upon thy teet
Erupt no known sensation
In everlasting heart of fasting
hope within salvation
The eyes they wonder heart may ponder
Devastation shown
In midnight trance by daylight’s dance
A heart turned into stone
And all who know and those who hope
Haunted by their visions
In midflight fire their mind’s desire
Hoping to inspire
Yet should the watch tower fall ablaze
A broken bloody mist
The hell within may once again
Open up it’s fist
As hearts may blossom so in tandem
Erupting a whole nation
The world again acting as friend
Shook to its foundation
