Vacant Skies

Say your preyers to a vacant sky
Your God cares for you not anymore
Spat upon his feet while the world suffers
As debt accrued for accumulated comfort

In a moment its too late
To save the lives time keeps stealing
A spell woven in a master's plan

If I had one with
I'd stop all the world's clocks
To distribute what we hold back
We take and we take
Deep into overdraft

We crafted our own mountains
To block the world's sufferings from our eyes
Media portrays us as the only good guys
This is the most immediate of all international lies