7sTonight we'll meet beside the gates
Get our weapons straight
There's seven of us and four of them
A motherless child a fatherless son and two wide-eyed kids
Tonight we'll meet beside the gates
Get our program straight
Actual BloodYou brother didn't die of ten arrow wounds,
But a white bullet, self-inflicted
The call it staggered you,
In apartments, tropical blooms,
You see him as a child,
It meant a lot to you,
He did not leave you behind,
haunted on footYou test yourself
What would you be
Without your face to rely on?
You're a hen that separates out
For the wolves to devour
He won't stay
Not to take his
It's Not Too LateWe woke up
In their control room
We woke up
In their control room
The sun
Was coming in
So kind
The DelicateShe can hear water rushing underground
She can hear him breathing, breathing
She can hear him walking up the stairways
She can hear him on the ceiling, ceiling
She can see the birds living in the leaves with their fucked up, fucked up language
She can see the birds living in the leaves with their fucked up, fucked up language
She can hear water rushing underground