The barren wastes, bearing down on me
Cracks in the clouds leave me wondering
Did the oceans dry out and return to the sky
For a privileged perspective of our final goodbye?
Pretend it's a house of peace while she's buried
Underneath. You built your father's
House over my mother's grave
Bodies - a mass grave collapse the concave floor
These sanctimonious steeples will meet us in the dirt
Because the earth is trembling, if only we had eyes
To see it shake
Ignorant until we expire
When the ocean fills our veins and the soil
Becomes my bones: Maybe we'll fall asleep tonight
To the madness in the melody poured out for slaves
We were dressed in potential now we're draped in sorrow
Our race is a bloodstain spattered on a profane political campaign
Manifest your destiny
Stripes and stars comprise
My prison bars - the cost of liberty
Maybe we'll fall asleep tonight to the madness
In the melody poured out for slaves
Maybe this storm
Is a perfect score for wretched bodies
Washed ashore, poured out for me
The life I loved looking up at me
Saplings struck like daggers hemorrhaging
Streams as the breath of my people return
To the ground so forests can once more abound
The suffering cross that overcame
The name of love made concurrent with shame
This melody - I thought it familiar it sounds
Like your heartbeat keeping time, then you turn
And remind me that this pain has a purpose
And maybe we'll fall asleep tonight
