Laodicea

They began with such promise Though the wells were foul And they listened to us When the night ones prowled Though the wells were foul They drew water from colors When the night ones prowled There were too few lovers They drew water from colors Flowing flaming red hot There were too few lovers And their eyes were bloodshot Flowing flaming red hot Running freezing blue cold And their eyes were bloodshot With false visions of old Running freezing blue cold Feeling numb to the pain With false visions of old Dragging long rusty chains Feeling numb to the pain And avoiding the lashes Dragging long rusty chains Midst the smoldering ashes And avoiding the lashes They grew lazy and warm Midst the smoldering ashes They succumbed to the storm They grew lazy and warm But began with such promise They succumbed to the storm As they no longer heard us