Downright hopelessness
When the wrath of concequence
Comes knocking at that old front door,
And we count the ways
That the seconds have fallen into place
With the emptiness.
Don't hold the phone.
I know some are counting on
God above, or methadone to kill the wake,
And to take away the pain.
I feel for the lost,
And empathize the cost for calamity,
for the world I've seen.
We've got what it takes.
Everything that needs to make a fighting chance
At carrying the load of falling day to day
with gruesome cold reality square in the nose.
Bleeding to the toes;
Open up and wail!
Open up and cry!
We are not the tide
Too far young to die
In a rattle cage
Head against the wall
Through dangerous nights
no more lullabies
Open up and wail!
When the wrath of concequence
Comes knocking at that old front door,
And we count the ways
That the seconds have fallen into place
With the emptiness.
Don't hold the phone.
I know some are counting on
God above, or methadone to kill the wake,
And to take away the pain.
I feel for the lost,
And empathize the cost for calamity,
for the world I've seen.
We've got what it takes.
Everything that needs to make a fighting chance
At carrying the load of falling day to day
with gruesome cold reality square in the nose.
Bleeding to the toes;
Open up and wail!
Open up and cry!
We are not the tide
Too far young to die
In a rattle cage
Head against the wall
Through dangerous nights
no more lullabies
Open up and wail!