When the morning arises and the city blooms a flower

Rooted deep in the heart of man

It spreads grotesquely in the light of the brightest sun

Urging forward the time for murder and creation

Rooted deep in the heart of man

The quiet sickness waiting to ravage a small unborn mind

Urging forward the time for murder and creation

Whispers and has us believe death a commodity

The quiet sickness waiting to ravage a small unborn mind

Rends flesh to show the bone of the solider is the same as of child, mother, and covetous lord

Whispers and has us believe death a commodity

Tells us work and slaughter make one honored and diseased and free

Rends flesh to show the bone of the solider is the same as of child, mother, and covetous

It spreads grotesquely in the light of the brightest sun

Tells us work and slaughter make one honored and diseased and free

When the morning arises and the city blooms a flower