Friendly Fire

Three more days of dust and glory to rid myself of the angel’s story
Before I’m thrust to the breaking point before I’m trusted to heal and anoint
Three more days of blood and thunder to sanctify this rape and plunder
To protect your firstborn son to find a target for your gun

Three more days to find a savior to find a lover who can raise her
All that you’ve cast before the swine, all that is laid before these feet of mine
Three more days to turn the mountains into dust and crystal fountains
The blind to see the lame to dance fate cry out to circumstance

Three more days to suffer treason at the hand of fickle reason
To suffer all that’s left to hate to be cursed by all degenerates
Three more days to die completely to all that will defeat you
To come unfettered to the well to be freed from the deadly spell