Fuguers Cove - The Rest of Us Are Singing

Apocalypse brethren
The deal is done
The world shifted
Our world is undone

Apologist breath-men
The world has moved on
We sing to ourselves
With our guns drawn

Put a fork in it

The men of the world
Have a settle to score

Look in the mirror
And see the lord and his domain
Suzerain

Empty your pockets
Strip all the sockets
Hollow the bunkers
And fill them with lead

Points are hollowed
Lies are swallowed
Cowardice reeks like a rotten egg

And now they beg

To be heard and to be feared
To untaste the rainbow
To unfeel the moon dust
To unsee the curved horizon
To undo 500 years

The apocalypse brethren
will defeat the dead
They sing to themselves
With their guns drawn

Sleep with the lights on

You mutter to yourself
With your gun drawn
A morning song
While
The rest of us are singing

Sleep with the lights on

Written by:
Justin Bendell

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