Inferion - Grief Demands an Answer

Barrel of a gun
The opposition
The moment when grief dissolves
Handle of a knife
No more existence
The anger brewing deep inside

Rotten in a tomb
The deal was broken
Now we wage wars of sin
Sitting on a limb
The targets chosen
Battered and broken they bleed within

Mortared by a shell
No more resistance
The threat is now neutralized

Bullets overhead
Praying to the sun
Crawling and falling and no remorse
We March on and on
Failing from a choice
Reaching for the grain
Sifting and waiting and no more voice
Descending on and on

You and me
We'll cross the bridge of insanity
No mans land
A place we call the shadowland

When grief demands answers
Who pulled the trigger first
The failing universe

Tearing down the walls of a timeless place
Bleeding out the past from the dying waste
Marching towards the sun, it goes on and on
Marching towards the sun, it goes on and on…