This Farm Will End up in Fire - Girls In Hawaii, Antoine Wielemans, Lionel Van Cauwenberghe

You’re a storm of secret bombs

Falling noiseless from the clouds

On this land of trees and farms

Growing slowly in the sand

Sounds of prayers, sacrifices

Incense burning in a pipe

Design of God in coded works

Dogs are yelling at the sun

Trees start to bleed, clouds turn to coal

Night seems to talk to every wall

Weeping up the crowd a wave of sounds

Scared everyone

Hovering slowly in the vines

See them suffering when they smile

Everyday they feel the same

Kids are running out of time

Organ pipes made of bones

Growing slowly in the ground

A noise is coming down

A fear made of pain

Blood runs from the seeds, runs from the clouds

Blood runs from the seeds, runs from the clouds

Covering fields and everyone

Weeping up the crowd a wave of sounds

Scared everyone

Everybody’s lost in the sun

Once again I’ve enough

Walking pale and lost

Everybody’s lost in the sun