A Change in the Weather

Somewhere out on the edge of town Lies a creature weltering in a lake of blood From the wound that will not heal The blood that won´t congeal Is trickling down the knife into the crusted mud A heart that cannot beat In the tension of this sluggish land And the heat Grabs all motion with its silent hand And all life drowns in the quick-sand Waiting, waiting for a change in the weather Waiting for a change that will never That will never come again Waiting, waiting for a change in the weather Waiting for a change that will never That will never come again A clenching crystal fist With the power of an amethyst Has crumbled to the dust that covers this ground Above the social grunt And your life that seems so blunt The vultures are about to settle down Abd lurk for the break-out of the brave And the sun has trapped another in its mesh A glowing grave For the worm that turns inside the flesh And the flesh burns in the heat-wave Waiting, waiting for a change in the weather Waiting for a change that will never That will never come again Waiting, waiting for a change in the weather Waiting for a change that will never That will never come again