David Wimbish - 2:4 lyrics

I was nauseous to wake up this morning To a sun with no sympathy For a trigger pulled without warning Bearing holes in humanity The way you always used to talk was boring But now the answers come easily "It's just the way it's got to be, my darling We make a matchbook out of history" Before the bodies had names and parents We made a martyr out of our beliefs And claimed that all of the same things could scare us But we were tough because of ancestry Every god would seek to divide us And every saint would cry silently And we would hold on to the axe before us Even if we lose a couple trees Maybe there's a sun behind the clouds Maybe there's a face behind the funeral shroud But when will the rain let up? When will the rain let up? When will the rain let up? We're soaked to the bone Every body is just dust and water And we make islands in a giant sea Until the waves come take away our daughters And one-by-one our sons violently I've had enough of all your bullsh** prayers To gain applause for your apologies Did you forget that love can't give favor? (Did you forget) to melt arms into machinery? Maybe there's a sun behind the clouds Maybe there's a face behind the funeral shroud But when will the rain let up? When will the rain let up? When will the rain let up? I'm soaked to the bone I'm soaked to the bone They're taking our homes I'm soaked to the bone They're taking our bones They're breaking our bones They're taking our bones When will the rain let up?