Rise Above
Rise Above
Rise Above, Black Smoke.
The Devil Of The Air,
You Rightly Are.
Every Thing You Touch
Is Tainted And Scarred.
Rise Above, Black Smoke.
Every Bird You Come Across
Flies Away From You.
Every Animal’s Nose
Is Filled With Your Soot.
Rise Above, Black Smoke.
Your Shapeless Form
Consistently Changes.
You Hide The Earth
From Vision Of The Angels.
Rise Above, Black Smoke.
The Devil Of The Air,
You Rightly Are.