The Fortunate Ones

We can get to the ocean
Before the end of the sun
We can wash off the ashes
We are the fortunate ones
We can get to the ocean
Against the tempest we run
We can wash off the ashes
We are the fortunate ones
Check your pulse
Make sure that you’re still breathing
Catch your breath
Accept that you’re not dreaming
We saw the swarm rise over the mountains
Held onto hope as we lost track of days
You better run and hide
Carry what you love
Keep it by your side
They’ll leave nothing behind
Our bones picked clean
And the whites pulled from our eyes