Scream from a carnation. The death of a dove when those bellow fall from above. Ashes to ashes, ceiling to floor, children are dying who "can't take it no more".
World on a pinhead tied on with no string, digging ditches for dogs who've forgotten to sing. When there's no room in heaven and no more in hell, they'll be monsters to meet of which no one can tell.
There's blood in our veins, and blood on the floor. Hold your hands to the sky screaming, "Take this life from me, can't take it no more"