Dirty streets are filled with suits and televisions,
The smell cuts a gla** shore under the season,
Heads roll down the hill and father keeps it still,
The sickness is trying to sit with me
Man knows god is resoluting pain for mercy,
A new age of slience calls in the sun,
No sound or song shines like the sun,
Theres peace in in the mountains where an old man sits in the warm sun
His own best friend better he once was
He does not take sweets he takes all the money,
The motions not a hint of a smile to be found,
His back keeps turning never looking out for me,
I'll scream for peace in the mountain range,
I know that we've been through this before,
We are the souls of a dying race,
I'll tell all the kids we'll burn in hell,
I'll scream for peace in the mountain range