كلمات An Unkind

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