Red Water Dreams - Aviators

Take me to the water

Where the river meets the sea

Let the memory of rising tide

Come washing over me

I saw fire consume the trusting

With the victims still naive

And so they bleed

And so they bleed

Take me to the tower

Where false gods reside in peace

Let them wither from the inside

Watch their adoration cease

Now with no more heroes left

To cull the chaff among the streets

The gates release

The gates release

Sing in grief, a requiem

The curse of our millennium

These souls keep whispering from the river beds

An end to all these violent means

Alive in these red water dreams

Their haunted burdens stirring in my head

On streets still running red

Vicious thoughts are stirring

And I hunger for their power

Just to taste the opportunity

To watch the elders cower

When the waters fall below the ruins

They’ll see their final hour

But rain still showers

The rain still showers

Take me as the vessel

To infect the whole charade

I’ve come much too far to accept

This society they’ve made

In the corner of the wasteland

Under storms of acid rain

The last remain

The last remain

Sing in grief, a requiem

The curse of our millennium

These souls keep whispering from the river beds

An end to all these violent means

Alive in these red water dreams

Their haunted burdens stirring in my head

On streets still running red

On streets still running red

Most went in the flood

A few were martyred by the flames

Yet those who unleashed the waters

Are still guilty all the same

When the ignorance of puppets

Serves the master’s larger game

They let it rain

They let it rain

When I get the chance to rise

I’ll find the light in their cold eyes

Or lose myself and carry out revenge

The righteous hunt has just begun

The dimming of the bleeding sun

Will let these waters run clear once again

Sing in grief, a requiem

The curse of our millennium

These souls keep whispering from the river beds

An end to all these violent means

Alive in these red water dreams

Their haunted burdens stirring in my head

On streets still running red