Mount St. Helen

About Mount St. Helen

WHEN ALL YOU FEEL STARTS TO FADE AND ALL THAT’S REAL IS JUST MAN-MADE WHEN IT’S ALL DONE YOU’VE KNELT AND PRAYED YOU’LL RUN AND SAY ‘I’M NOT AFRAID OF DEATH, IT’S JUST AN EMPTY CHAIR, A BLACK TIED BONNET TANGLED IN YOUR HAIR’- OH IT’S HOPELESS WE’RE HELPLESS MISTRUSTING FAITHLESS THE SELFISHLY RIGHTEOUS FORSAKEN AND GODLESS TONIGHT.