Fractures

The Devil's at our door

The Bloodwoods shiver in the glare of summers haze

Dust of ancient lands breathes beneath our feet

Since the dawn of time, giver of life divine

Shadowed by dark ruination, looming down the line

The poisoned lies of narrow minds

Now spread into the soul of life

Bitter blight fractures life

This call for change won't be too late

The Devil's at our door, the Devil's at our door

Selling fool's gold and a miracle cure

Hearts of fire unite and man their barricades

Truth is overwhelming, and yet hollow men still talk in vain

Sowing sickness, shifting focus away

Setting in stone a future we cannot sustain

We can't quench our thirst on profits gained

And we can't turn back once it begins

Bitter blight fractures life

This call for change won't be too late

Won't be too late

Won't be too late

They poison the well and expect us to drink

When the river runs dry only then, then will they see

'Cause you can line your pockets, but you can't buy back your soul

These gates are locked, this future is not yours to own

You can line your pockets, but you can't buy back your soul

These gates are locked, this future is not yours to own

Yeah

Bitter blight, it fractures life

This call for change won't be too late

This bitter, this bitter blight, bitter blight

It fractures, yeah, it fractures life

This call, this call for change, this call for change

It won't be, it won't be, it won't be too late