The Shelter and The Face...

The storms chased men
into their shelters' embrace
The winter's cold set in
and they covered-up their face

But now
  What embrace can hold men
    from the torrents they now face
But now
  What upon the face of men
    should there be in such a place

As shelter becomes a cage
and faces are wrapped with rage
  Where then do men run
  What is there to be done

Outside of men were answers
to the threats they used to know
But inside of all their answers
the seeds of new problems grow

If there's a devil in this cold wind
and these chills demand there is
What force can men use to defend
their fate from the wicked old whiz

With no walls to rest inside
and no masks to help men hide
Where then do men go
What then should they know

The shelter and the face
are now so out of place
Forced to be disgraced
as all they held's erased

Without any true ideal
What protects men from what's real
When they're exiled from their face
and their shelters rot in place