New Bodies

My god how ruined we are, alone how great is our shame.
While death climbs through our windows,
steals the blood from our veins.
The bodies will lie like refuse on the field,
cut grain behind the reaper with no one to gather them.
If the only home I hope for is the grave.
If I have no heart to set between my shoulder blades.
If I stand idle while my brothers are enslaved,
where is hope, where is my hope.
Living life our way, what a guilty waste.
So desperate for a change. On our own all alone.
Too afraid to look above.
We’ve been hiding from the sun, oh my god wake us up.
oh my god wake us up.
There’s no other name in which my soul can rest.
Just move my feet and press me forward, my words confess.
If I stand idle by tell me what’s left for me.
Am I still yours, am I still yours.
Living life our way, such a guilty waste.
So desperate for a change. On our own all alone.
Too afraid to look above.
We’ve been hiding from the sun, oh my god wake us up.
This doubt that I feel rises up and has its hands around my neck.
But there’s power in the blood to endure all of this pain and regret.
Stand up be the change that you’re meant to be
Stand up find strength in urgency.
Living life our way, what a guilty waste.
So desperate for a change. On our own all alone.
Too afraid to look above.
We’ve been hiding from the sun, oh my god wake us up.