Written by Ben Shepherd

We see the vipers of distance
Crawl into our lives everyday
Breeding our Eden's of hatred
Pathetically stupid and unkind
We couldn't look a saint in the eye


On the storm
It's time to go
On the storm
It's time to go


Marching in lines of contradiction
Forgetting the history we make
Loving our hangmen as the penultimate joke
We lack the Moses . . . to look
A saint in the eye

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Up For It