A friend of Pete’s told a story of a WW1 sniper using a church bell tower as a vantage point trying to coming to terms with his gruesome task but coming to the realisation that he was actually making the decision who lived or died.
lyrics
I’ve got you in my sites I play my cross over your heart
Something in your face tells me that I’m no master of this art
A conversation I imagine we might have is in my head
Have I been walking in my sleep have I been playing dead or Playing God
While the ashes of our former lives are blowing in the wind
We forgive ourselves and justify the actions of our sins
I sometimes wonder if they’d stop the slaughter even if they could
And pray to some kind of imagined saviour of the good while playing God
On the other side of every story sits another truth
Safely out of site behind a wall of fear
As we listened and obeyed and saw their gospel as the proof
All we heard was what they wanted us to hear
Safe as anyone if I don’t give myself away
From up here I am the master of all I survey
The open hearts that lead us to truth are in too short supply to waste
It’s never too late to retract that declaration that you made in haste
Such a bitter taste
And I see it on the face of every last man here
And I see it through the lens that makes it all so clear
Another snap shot for the eyes to process and the mind to file away
And every picture that invades our memory is all we take away
So much black on grey, time to walk away
Absolutely hooked on this album from first listen. How rare is that with prog!??? Excellent songwriting and musicianship. Can’t wait to dive into the rest of the collection. Thomas Lock