Middleman I am standing in the light of the dawn that you do believe that you're the player, I am the pawn.
Yet down those snake like phone lines you receive the hard facts as norm, cold hard facts as norm, but passed them on after you had distorted, distorted their form.

Middleman Why have you lied and lead me on a pretence?
Yes between you and your conscience I now see a fence.
Don't judge me by your plumb line because its blowing in the wind, blowing in the wind.
Yes, in the old days what you did would have been called sin.

Middleman Give me that stamped paper made of wood.
We did agree on the price and you know you should.
Listen to me and hear my words around you there is no halo, Yes there is no halo.
Oh now's the time, time time for me to go.

Lyrics by Davyd Homan

I hear silent screams throughout the land.
Screams echoing through corridors of shame, ripped out of their fleshly home in a vision of pain.
Love child never to be loved. Whirlwind sucked up and killed the dove.
Red blood dripping on a white sheet. Quenching another innocent heartbeat.

I hear silent screams throughout the land. Across sterilized floor agony does float.
Men performing infant death wearing pure white coats.
Two lovers touhing one is above.
Under banners of lust or was it love?
Love tale that never will unfold.

I ask "Who loves the little soul?"
I ask "Who loves the little soul?"

Lyrics by Davyd Homan

We're living in a land where dreamers are piled up on the side of the road.
We're living in a land where you don't know who's your friend or who's your foe.
You better beware what you reap is what you sow.

We're living in a land where babies are murdered before they even can be born.
We're living in a land where the pure virgin she was touched her dress was torn.
This song I am singing I am singing it to forewarn.
Don't you know judgement is coming on the wind.

We're living in a land where men are raping the world that's now looking sad.
We're living in a land where the child is confused about who really is his Dad.
They say if it feels it feels good then its not bad.
Don't you know judgement is coming on the wind.

Lyrics by Davyd Homan