david wimbish - 2:4 lyrics
i was nauseous to wake up this morning
to a sun with no sympathy
for a trigger pulled without warning
bearing holes in humanity
the way you always used to talk was boring
but now the answers come easily
“it’s just the way it’s got to be, my darling
we make a matchbook out of history”
before the bodies had names and parents
we made a martyr out of our beliefs
and claimed that all of the same things could scare us
but we were tough because of ancestry
every god would seek to divide us
and every saint would cry silently
and we would hold on to the axe before us
even if we lose a couple trees
maybe there’s a sun behind the clouds
maybe there’s a face behind the funeral shroud
but when will the rain let up?
when will the rain let up?
when will the rain let up?
we’re soaked to the bone
every body is just dust and water
and we make islands in a giant sea
until the waves come take away our daughters
and one-by-one our sons violently
i’ve had enough of all your bullsh-t prayers
to gain applause for your apologies
did you forget that love can’t give favor?
(did you forget) to melt arms into machinery?
maybe there’s a sun behind the clouds
maybe there’s a face behind the funeral shroud
but when will the rain let up?
when will the rain let up?
when will the rain let up?
i’m soaked to the bone
i’m soaked to the bone
they’re taking our homes
i’m soaked to the bone
they’re taking our bones
they’re breaking our bones
they’re taking our bones
when will the rain let up?
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