elysian fields

• uneasy feeling, burning out my eyes
  i hope the end is less painful than my life
  i stand on trial before the gods
  on judgement day
  a blink of an eye between
  the cradle and the grave
  one last look at visions of flesh
  the last best hope of man on earth
  pontius pilate still washing his hands
  the world don't want to be saved
  only left alone
  
  elysian fields...
  we are storming the heavens
  to raise the swords and shields
  we ascend to our destiny
  to the elysian fields
  
  soaring to the sun
  with blood upon their wings
  superstitious dust left twisting in the wind
  man still has one belief,
  one decree that stands alone
  the laying down of arms
  is like cancer to their bones