Fields of Fire

It's raining at the border, tears of love like blood split
Stagnant on the carpet
It's raining and another filthy widow watches
And the self is no friend and all enemies attack from within
Way down deep, you know why
The darkness is separated by a slow red river
Night sneaks in to sleepy corners
I lay at the edge of a field of fire
With a thousand ghosts in my dusty bed, a thousand ghosts
Way down deep you know why

The earth spits threadbare its shallow daughters who tread like broken tramps, damp on stone cold stares and deep within the fear of a hundred lonely victims down, the fear of a hundred lonely victims down
Way down deep you know why

I will listen for your baited step like shadows in the hall that fall slowly and trace the shudders of your hollow thoughts and beat my heart against these walls, and beat my heart
It's raining at the border, it's raining, it's raining tears of blood