On Unclean Ground

I see the world of pain Some say they are insane Only the rage remains Can this all be explained They're crawling out of the woods They are all misunderstood You know that they've lost their way But who are we to say This is their sacred place It's here they have to stay On unclean ground they pray Through the window a silver of light Nightmare reflected in their eyes All around lives covering the ground When will their way be found? They're crawling out of the woods They are all misunderstood You know that they've lost their way The pain's too much to take Thrown aside by twist of fate Healing hands come much too late Mental storms that isolate Fires burning their time to dust Soulless cages now surrounded by rust They're crawling out of the woods They are all misunderstood You know that they've lost their way