Dust - Anna Domino

No more nightmares

Thrills or pain

No more trouble

No survivors, doubts or shame

Friends or rivals

If the world goes up in flames

As the setting summer glows

Where the endless rivers flow

We will walk through the fields of gold

To hear the silence as it grows

Down a hall of broken mirrors

That reflect a violent past

I can see why others fear us

From the shadows we have cast

We are young and we are angry

We are so consumed with lust

For the beauty of the country

In the bank and god we trust

All accounts on earth and heaven

Will be settled in the dust