Another Life
All my words are useless when everybody's screaming out loud
Still I hear my darkest thoughts through the roar of the crowd
All the people of this earth are gathered in a single herd
Naked as we all once were when God was still around
And everybody's pointing fingers, drawing lines, and choosing sides
Someone passed around revolvers, I've still got mine
You look so goddamn familiar, won't you look me in the eye?
Maybe you'll be my brother in another life
And I reach out to spill your blood, just so I can keep mine
Later on I'll convince myself that you'll forgive me in time
Half the people of this earth are sleeping in the crimson dirt,
Naked as we all once were before God threw us out
And everybody's pointing fingers, drawing lines, and choosing sides
Someone passed around revolvers, I've still got mine
You look so goddamn familiar, won't you look me in the eye?
Maybe you'll be my brother in another life
And all my seeds are fruitless- dead and dry and round
Still I hear their breathless screams reaching up from the ground
God, where are now?
Everybody's pointing fingers, drawing lines, and choosing sides
Someone passed around revolvers, I've still got mine
Everybody's pointing fingers, drawing lines, and choosing sides
Someone passed around revolvers, I've still got mine
You look so goddamn familiar, won't you look me in the eye?
Maybe you'll be my brother in another life
I said, maybe you'll be my brother in another life
Still I hear my darkest thoughts through the roar of the crowd
All the people of this earth are gathered in a single herd
Naked as we all once were when God was still around
And everybody's pointing fingers, drawing lines, and choosing sides
Someone passed around revolvers, I've still got mine
You look so goddamn familiar, won't you look me in the eye?
Maybe you'll be my brother in another life
And I reach out to spill your blood, just so I can keep mine
Later on I'll convince myself that you'll forgive me in time
Half the people of this earth are sleeping in the crimson dirt,
Naked as we all once were before God threw us out
And everybody's pointing fingers, drawing lines, and choosing sides
Someone passed around revolvers, I've still got mine
You look so goddamn familiar, won't you look me in the eye?
Maybe you'll be my brother in another life
And all my seeds are fruitless- dead and dry and round
Still I hear their breathless screams reaching up from the ground
God, where are now?
Everybody's pointing fingers, drawing lines, and choosing sides
Someone passed around revolvers, I've still got mine
Everybody's pointing fingers, drawing lines, and choosing sides
Someone passed around revolvers, I've still got mine
You look so goddamn familiar, won't you look me in the eye?
Maybe you'll be my brother in another life
I said, maybe you'll be my brother in another life
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Writer(s): Josiah Donald Leming
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