Raining In April

[Verse 1]
Join the march to god knows where
Or step aside and stand and stare
Hum a melody to the four winds
As life draws maps upon your skin

[Verse 2]
Peacocks weep for dying plumes
The sun plots to kill the moon
Rage turns to despair
Goes the way of teeth and hair

[Verse 3]
Chessmen wring each others necks
Gamblers play with bloodstained decks
The turtle prone on its back
As the savagers attack

[Verse 4]
What kind of god, if us he made
Would choose us be predator or prey
Not a god of love but a god that's wrong
And with that I end this song