Twin Towers

Two towers, there's no cutting corners when, twin sisters twist, burn come down and bruise the conscience of a nation's combine soul, on or offshore. There's little healing after the clouds clear there's little peace of mind now when an airplane-flies soaring through our city skies overhead we envisage the head of a snake. We envisage another two thousand deaths we envisage the dragon's hot fiery breaths we envisage the simple carnage of hate we envisage freedom marred by tyrannical fate. If only we could together stop the carnage if only we could together stop the hate if only we could have changed their fate if, if we all had only one faith.