Prisoner

When daylight splits the sky apart, and water burns the land
The time will come, at last for you, to unlock my weary hands
You said the moon will soon explode, raining flies of sweat
Not long now friend, you'll soon be free, but freedoms not here yet
Rats will sing the day i'm free, and god will prune his tail
Boats will sink in fields of stone, lift up your blackened veil
Sheep of death. howl out their call, my keepers here at last
But instead of keys. he holds an axe, red blood it flows so fast