Black
Adam Cory Snyder
[Verse 1]
In the valley of decision
Cut down in our place
Weep our admission
Taste of a bitter fate
[Chorus]
Our crippled hands reach up to you
Damned in our reproof
Black hearts beat in symphony
Only failure in our view
[Verse 2]
What have we done?
What have we done?
This is the shape of
Things to come
[Bridge]
Out of the ground, we stick our little root
Reach up to the sky, the wilting of our fruit
Buried in the ash, our head wears a little gash
The garden laid bare, the grinding teeth we gnash
Rejected by the light, confusion we are blind
Standing on our heads, hands red from bloodshed
We scream to the sky, the sun black, no light
Confusion we die, our minds could not conceive