From: Last_-Rites-@webtv.net   
      
   Helpless on the bottom   
   Up above, the poisoned air   
   And the heat is growing fervent   
   Where the crust begins to tear   
      
   Trapped then beneath a hard place   
   And a bed of shifting rock   
   Where the tensions point of breaking   
   Releases there as gates unlock   
      
   And the flowing in the yellow   
   'Neath a sky of ashen gray   
   Chokes the voices of the living   
   Where it falls upon their open graves   
      
   Trails of fire on the front line   
   A mountain levelled on the far   
   And the picture first seen global   
   Reveals a topographic scar   
      
   On their house comes this demon   
   Visits then a point well driven home   
   And the danger in the distance   
   Lies within the growing of the dome   
      
   Ignored the many tiny tremors   
   But set those timbers now ablaze   
   And the elemental wraths unleashed   
   Spark a bitter end to better days   
      
      
   EP   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)