Cauldron Lyrics - Franks Enemy

Heat rising 

Isolation 

In midst 

Of sacred fight 

Quiet jihad 

Slips so fast 

No easy 

To be right 

Not clever 

Nor precocious 

No fancied flights 

On idiot wind 

Stand for life 

Style of death 

Call the wrongs 

In style of sin 

Surrounded 

As advertised 

Readying 

Slings and bows 

Good intent 

Honest errors 

Never enough 

To show 

A march for evil on the capital 

Flying in on leathery wings 

Dig mass graves, blow things up 

All will know there is no love 

Pine for evil on the capital 

Affect the legislation 

Claim the angels turn and flee 

Dictate reality 

A march for evil on the capital 

Dismembering children's bodies 

One million strong stand side by side 

Sing a song and commit suicide