The land of milk and honey has gone sour
The bees are out in force again
There'll be no heaven in an hour
Paradise sounds nice and all
If we had the power
But we don't
So we shamble from post to moving post
We can't find footing
Firm in its form
We slide down on bended knees
We can't avoid the harm
There's no peace from all the wickedness
As long as we go on
But we go on
Because we must











