Dirt
SMP Lyrics

Apocalyptic blurring visions of life
The chaotic scenes of destruction and death during an apocalypse create a distorted and confusing view of life.

The sinking towers in the middle of the night
The sight of tall buildings being destroyed during an attack at night is terrifying.

The armies charge and the cannons fire
Amidst the chaos of war, soldiers charge and weapons are fired to inflict damage.

It forever attacks us, crushing hand like a plier
The unrelenting force of destruction crushes us like a pair of pliers, leaving us feeling helpless and unable to escape.

Faceless, a dream that never goes away
The nightmares of war continue to haunt us, even though the faces of the enemies may be unknown and the war is over.

The wall's a prison, but the structure's in decay
The wall that was meant to protect us has become a metaphorical prison, but it is falling apart due to decay and neglect.

Try to stand, but the current's pulling down
As we try to stand our ground against the crushing force, the currents of destruction keep dragging us down.

The boot of progress as it stamps you to the ground
The relentless force of progress can trample over individuals in its quest, crushing them under its powerful boot.

Face the past
Confront and deal with unresolved issues from the past.

Standing 'til the last
Persistently trying to hold on until the very end.

The reasons never work
The logical thought process of reasoning will not solve the overwhelming problems faced.

And hit them where it hurts
To effectively combat the source of the problems, it is necessary to strike at its most vulnerable points.

Right now, we bleed
We are currently suffering and in pain.

Crushed into the dirt
The powerful forces against us have left us defeated and buried underground.

You're slapped in the face, but you can't understand
The assault is clear, but it is impossible to comprehend the sheer magnitude of the destructive force.

The power here is the hand of man
The power to create or destroy lies in the hands of mankind.

Survival is fleeting, now your head's in a cage
The chance of survival is quickly diminishing, while feeling trapped and helpless as a prisoner.

The words had a meaning, but they're burning the page
The once meaningful words have become irrelevant and meaningless due to the chaos and destruction surrounding them.

You can't recall what the world was like
The world before the destruction is now a distant memory, fading quickly.

When the image is fading, dirt will cover the site
As the memories of the past fade away, they will eventually be buried and forgotten like dirt covering a site.

A sentinel will do the work
A watcher or guard is necessary to protect and warn of oncoming danger.

The camera's watching as we're crushed into the dirt
The recording devices capture the horrifying scenes of us being crushed down into the ground, leaving a lasting, painful memory.