Global Shutdown

It’s not every day we wake up to find the world around us burned to the ground while we were sleeping No, not every day But it was today And we hate it when this happens Loved ones pass Nothing lasts It was too much to ask And yet here we remain… unanswered Our voice in the darkest night… unanswered Our screams from that hill out in the wind… unanswered The promise of an answer...

Put your boots on When you enter the kitchen And step carefully Through broken china Sometimes the Ending Is only a burnt tortilla With the face Of Jesus   We talk of the Ending In low tones Fearing the unknown We speak of lives lost And suffering to come As if these things Aren’t just the chorus To the song   Maybe we can only know The tragedy of Ending After it’s over and done...

When the music ends The lights go on And everyone slowly leaves Yet the room is strangely dark Somehow darker than it was before When the house lights were dim And music filled the space Between the empty glasses That are now also slowly leaving White rings on the wood tables As we hum to ourselves And dissolve back into the cold night air   If we’d known then That the music would end We’d...

Let the new year begin And let the last one end As the keys punch the headlines Into your skin Burning hot like cattle brands Will you have a choice Or will it be out of your hands? Will you see what is written? Will you read your last rites? Will it be everything black Or everything white? Everything day Or everything night? Is it all or nothing? Just this or just that? The record...