Im rushed out of bed by the storm and the siren song
We sit through the violence to avoid being left on our own
It drags through the drive while we grind our teeth, our hands are tied
I cringe at the sight of dead animals and exploding stars
We stare through the sights of hectic cities and dull waters until they're gone

We hoard conversation to try and fight off the war
I crawl to the front, you curl up in the back with your gun
("all you do is brag about how much you hate everyone, everything, everywhere")
Been years of nothing but violent families and storms
Taken shelter when we can, taken Hell when left exposed
Retire our concerns for the sake of god only knows

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