Melting Pot.

I will fall like an ocean
The clang and the steel
And your death sentence will be only to feel
Me falling like the sea
Onto your hearth, home
And family
When the machine comes
When the red is furnished over
By the clang and the steel
And witches are found guilty
Of nothing
And great men snap in two
And the broken-necked whores
Run to Boston, or Chicago
The clang and the steel will find us
Here across the sea
And I will fall like an ocean on the steel
For you and me