Holed up in a shed out west
with a muzzle up against
your chest
They'll never know what drove you
They'll never know what they took
With disaster on the brink
you'll shed the tears and skin
that stink of the dead
We're sorry about the weather
We're sorry for your luck
Just lay your weight to the rain
They'll call your name someday
Tie a tourniquet around your
heart and please try to forget
about the stars
We pray to God you're okay
We hope like hell you're safe
Just hide your face from this hate
We'll rise again someday