Written during the pandemic. For the pandemic, about the pandemic.
lyrics
From crowds, the crowds
The streets are empty now
It shows it shows
No normalcy we know
It spills out of our throats
And into the throes
Our lights are turning low
But we know
There's no coming back
From ease, the ease
It’s all a challenge now
We thought we'd be (we were so sure)
Out of the pitch black
We thought we could see (there was an end in sight)
Instead our hands are pressed against the glass for another night
The time, the time
No reason, without rhyme
The months are days
An empire in decline, so stuck in its ways
It spills out of our throats
And into the throes
Our lights are turning low
But we know
There's no going back
Ahhhhhhhhh
Ahhh aaahhh
The crowds, the crowds
Are full of power now
It grows, they grow
Will those we fight against ever reap the fear they sow
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