Campfire Fairytales
Where we you
When the sky turned black?
Did you hold loved ones?
Did you turn your back?
Did you beg for mercy?
Did you say goodbye?
Did you bury your head?
Did you hear your mother cry?
We gather round the flames at night
And bow our heads in prayer
Begging for salvation
From a god who doesn't care
No more new frontiers
Only wastelands to explore
So we sing campfire fairy tales
Of a world that is no more
6 feet above our dreams
Is where we now live
Hope buried by choices
We had no say in
Planet laid to waste
By old men in suits
No regard for life
Profits their true pursuit
We gather round the flames at night
And bow our heads in prayer
Begging for salvation
From a god who doesn't care
No more new frontiers
Only wastelands to explore
So we sing campfire fairy tales
Of a world that is no more
One day we will meet
In the potter's field
Before wooden crosses
We solemnly kneel
We only speak in darkness
The light betrays the strength we wield
Now we march on
Because the wounds won't heal
We gather round the flames at night
And bow our heads in prayer
Begging for salvation
From a god who doesn't care
No more new frontiers
Only wastelands to explore
So we sing campfire fairy tales
Of a world that is no more
When the sky turned black?
Did you hold loved ones?
Did you turn your back?
Did you beg for mercy?
Did you say goodbye?
Did you bury your head?
Did you hear your mother cry?
We gather round the flames at night
And bow our heads in prayer
Begging for salvation
From a god who doesn't care
No more new frontiers
Only wastelands to explore
So we sing campfire fairy tales
Of a world that is no more
6 feet above our dreams
Is where we now live
Hope buried by choices
We had no say in
Planet laid to waste
By old men in suits
No regard for life
Profits their true pursuit
We gather round the flames at night
And bow our heads in prayer
Begging for salvation
From a god who doesn't care
No more new frontiers
Only wastelands to explore
So we sing campfire fairy tales
Of a world that is no more
One day we will meet
In the potter's field
Before wooden crosses
We solemnly kneel
We only speak in darkness
The light betrays the strength we wield
Now we march on
Because the wounds won't heal
We gather round the flames at night
And bow our heads in prayer
Begging for salvation
From a god who doesn't care
No more new frontiers
Only wastelands to explore
So we sing campfire fairy tales
Of a world that is no more
Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Thompson
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