Lean my head against the window, it’s cold against my skin
Won’t stop raining
Spill my guts in foggy breath but hands keep on deleting
My thoughts so transient
There’s no back then, no heaven sent
Just a feeling softly fading
There’s no back then, no heaven sent
Your history is dying
Just let it leave
Just let it die
Just bleed it out
Another gilded age
Sky rusted metal gray
Monuments to excess
Another shortest straw
Praying hands rubbed raw
So much waiting
I want to crack the chest
Expose the heart that pumps only war
In the wages, war
In the factories, war
In the silence at the end of a gun