Garnet Rogers - Stormfront lyrics

As silent as the voice of God These empty barren hills. They hover above the dry plain They shimmer in the distance. I feel a sudden chill. The ground is dry and cracked like an old mans skin Stretched across the plain. Lightning flickering across the thunderhead. Empty promises of rain. Some kind of stormfront on the move tonight Feel the tension in the air. Dust devils dance on the side of the highway. Leaves and garbage everywhere. Mothers call their kids from the door “C'mon get inside, shut the windows, lock them tight.” The sun has burned its bridges Plunged into the mountains in a sea of steam And poison light. I hear thunder bumping boxcars in the valley, The wind is laughing up my sleeve, The cars have turned their headlights on It's way past time– I should be gone. We've turned our towns into a filthy joke Like a theme park built for swine. We bulldoze farms, fields, turn them into strip malls Nobody seems to mind. Who elected these cheap hustlers anyway? This worthless pack of pimps and who*es. The developers come smiling with their pockets jingling full of change We get down on all fours. I hear thunder bumping boxcars in the valley, The wind is laughing up my sleeve, The cars have turned their headlights on It's way past time– I should be gone. And I don't want your Black Hills gold Not at any price. We built a trail of tears and broken trees through here And then we swarmed the earth like lice. Townhouses, casinos, and trailer parks Cheap neon light up the falling night. I saw the Four Horsemen ride through here about an hour ago They were sickened at the sight. I hear thunder bumping boxcars in the valley, The wind is laughing up my sleeve, The cars have turned their headlights on It's way past time– I should be gone. These highway signs are full of bullet holes Burnt rubber cross the road. Someone's angry about something somewhere here They're just waiting to unload. We're putting bombs in buildings, Bombs in letters, bombs in trucks. We're drowning kids in the backs of cars We're dressing k**ers in Armani suits We turn them into TV stars. Weve become a race of leering voyeurs We're big on progress s** and d**h. Something evil is lurking in the darkness here with me And I can smell its stinking breath It's in the blankness of our children's stares It's in a courtroom in a suit It's in the hand that holds gun that made these bullet holes It's a secret pocket filled with loot It's the soft white faces Of these soft white men With their soft white grasping hands, Who laugh and sneer at those who have to stand and wait in line And never got their chance. I hear thunder bumping boxcars in the valley, The wind is laughing up my sleeve, The cars have turned their headlights on It's way past time– I should be gone. I hear thunder bumping boxcars in the valley, The wind is laughing up my sleeve, The cars have turned their headlights on It's way past time– I should be gone. Something says: “I'll never leave.”