You can’t numb this oppressive feeling of dread
It’s evident as you walk upon the desecrated soil
Only fools gather where angels fear to tread

Blasted earth littered with debris and the dead
Tortured spirits limp away from their mortal coil
You can’t numb this oppressive feeling of dread

 

There is no intent to cease such bloodshed
What transgressions could justify such turmoil
Only fools gather where angels fear to tread

No alternative choices to be taken instead
As the casualties mount and tempers boil
You can’t numb this oppressive feeling of dread

Words of conciliation will remain unsaid
Such battles always consume and embroil
Only fools gather where angels fear to tread

As the dust settles and last rites are read
Nothing can stop this cycle off loss and toil
You can’t numb this oppressive feeling of dread
Only fools gather where angels fear to tread