From Idle Hands

Comparable To Jake
The day is dark and the sky has opened. No fire to light the path. No fire to light the path. No water to clean bloody hands. It's too dark to see. You can smell he stench of corpses stacked miles high. You can hear their bombs dropping and everyone's been searching for the pink mist. Some will find. Some will fail. Oh lord, please help us. Let hope prevail (Thanks to Korey for these lyrics) From Letras Mania