A Meditation Lyrics

So cold i could not feel my toes
And i see that a winter approaches
Heralded by sirens instead of snow
Children at play
In the fields of the lord
Trying to punch god in the face
And say you love him
Trying to sell a crippled wife
As an alibi
The skies of america seem to darken each week

Deafened by the clatter of a sinking ship.
Helicopters every night over washington
And youy don't know if military
Or if civilian
And you don't know it's the coming
Of armageddon
There's a thousand men in uniforms
A thousand men with guns
They make a sound like...