While there is music, there is mayhem
Where rocks sit peacefully also violence survives
Only guesses tell where the start is
Bad and evil people who have become
Who've had things taken, stripped, burned, broken, buried
A life, a means, a quest for happiness: destroyed
To make way for the contagious wrath of misfortune
Wrapping, squeezing its way around air pipes
Thieves create thieves and murderers, murderers
A vicious cycle
Ever-present
Fear gained
Nothing spared
Strength of hope tested
Suspected initiation from the deepest south and west
So many rocks to throw
Or be hit by
Mayhem covers this land
From every which way
There is no end
