APOCALYPTICAL TATTOOING BY PAUL CLAVÉ

Black smoke rise and fill the blood red skies…

Black smoke rise and fill the blood red skies

Man made dust designed to blind our eyes

Screened illusions masked in blatant lies

Black smoke rise and fill the blood read skies.

Black smoke cloak the mother’s weeping cries

Store the pain inside your vast device

Hide the truth behind your blatant lies

Black smoke rise and fill the blood red skies.

Tears of pain can never purify the rust of years gone by

We’re the ones who tell the sun to shine

Tell the rain to pour

To keep your broken mind on the fray…



(lyrics from On The Fray by From Ashes Rise)


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