Early in the morning
I cry for better times
chest wide, bleeding all kinds of light
but the feeling I could live without a registry
has been afforded me for such a long time
and I'll try to find an end
try to shine
for a while

so now we find ourselves in the waiting room of history
and hate ourselves for being so blind
I'm so naive it's like they came up from behind me
and they gouged me in the eyes

so now we're holding hands through this absurdity
and it seems as though the world is in decline
we're in between stations, but we still hear the bells
of a different kind of life

pray we'll find our common sense
pray we'll find our hearts in all of this
they said be fair, give him one more try
but he checks all of the boxes of a racist troglodyte
darker dusk
the night still
they say come with us, before you get yourself killed

so now we're holding hands through this absurdity
and it seems as though the world is in decline
we're in between stations, but we still hear the bells
of a different kind of life