near the gateway to mojave 
i saw a place 
both beautiful and blistering 
and cruel and cold the same 
the sun was like a lion 
bearing down upon its prey 
death valley stained in crimson 
for the moon to wash away 
and i envisioned rows of gallows 
for the world to look upon 
one step too bringing order 
to a planet tempting chaos 

can you feel it coming down 
the righteous wrath of God 
revealed from out of heaven 
for the innocent blood 
crying from the ground 

while the wicked seem to prosper 
and glory in these days 
as if their ways were hidden 
as if they had escaped 
we have lost our sense of justice 
smearing lines of right and wrong 
despising any standards 
we blindly stumble on 
bleeding hearts may scream compassion 
what of those that cannot cry 
a life is worth a life 
justice...merciful and blind 

innocent blood 
is crying from the ground 

it's coming down