How It Starts

This time it's real
Building, buildings, buildings
And painted tarmac fields
Rows and rows of houses
Brick and mortar graves
Nothing ever happens
They ostracized the brave
But that doesn't matter
There's nothing left to save
Nothing even matters
There's nothing left

To break the silence
But rage and violence
Trading souls. Our currency is grief
Dark brings danger
A trusted stranger
Comes on Monday stays for the weekend

That's how it starts
To build a cradle stronger
Than an infant heart
But nothing even matters
There's nothing left

To break the silence
But rage and violence
Trading souls. Our currency is grief
Dark brings danger
Oh trusted stranger
Comes on Monday stays for the weekend

Nothing even matters
That's how it starts



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Woods
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