Ghostlimb - Seven lyrics

November screams outloud "the seventh, the seventh" And ohio's burial shroud binds up the desert November screams outloud "the seventh, the seventh" And ohio's burial shroud shadows the crescent But what is hopeful? what is hopeless? When the needs of the populus Become politics November screams in chorus line To deadlocked votes and wasted time There is no them, there is no us Just tow the party line And the dream Drags on in rust