I tried believing for awhile
In papier-mâché and dollar store clichés
I kept quiet, I kept my head down for you
For fundamental truth
That's hid in some small talk
Hid in some singalong
Do do do do do
Do do do
Raised up, a show of hands and spoken tongues
For a promise to be lifted
In spirit and in pickup truck
The homemade disasters
That tug us into tireless holy wars
The waves and the wildfires
The signs of who or what we're waiting for
Rise and shine down
From your mushroom cloud before
Logic stops me
Or science understands
The stars are falling
I'm reaching out my hands
To catch them all
A lonely moon is out
I'm dressed up
I've loaded all my guns
I'm holding the line
Pennies in our eyes
To pay the bitter price
This fantasy is fully justified
So no more talk
And no more talking heads
I've made up my mind
It's fire now
Decayed concepts burn
It's shaded teeth
Are or aren't you back?
The lines are blurry
But not for bombs
Pointed down
Waiting to eject