And on that day they’ll tell you
That life hummed on with no clue
The warning signs were all dismissed or shouted down
So it goes
The kings all failed to tell us
The madmen failed to sell us
On what would then befall the only life we know

Were they burning signal fires
To guide us to the fields?
Or building funeral pyres?
The outcome of a final appeal

The city lines are down
The kerosene’s run out
The fracturing of all we relied upon

Let’s shed this unclean skin
And start to feel again
’cause all the shoulders
On which to cry are gone

The paranoia gripped us
The rain turned engines to rust
The panic set in like a cancer to our hearts
Spreading through
We bet on finite genius
Or prayed for gods to save us
But there was no antidote
Disease tore us apart
We left bodies in the fields
So numb that we forgot how to feel

The city lines are down
The kerosene’s run out
The fracturing of all we relied upon

Let’s shed this unclean skin
And start to feel again
’cause all the shoulders
On which to cry are gone

He looked at the fields
And then his hands,
“All I need is what I have”
Then fell a tear of happiness

She watched the world crumble away
“Is this the end of yesterday?”
“Lord, I hope so,” is all he said
All gone are the old guards
Gone are the cold, cold wars
Weightless we go forth
On wings of amnesty

All we relied on now

The city lines are down
The kerosene’s run out
The fracturing of all
We relied upon

Let’s shed this unclean skin
And start to feel again
With no more shoulders
Shoulders to cry on now

No more, no more
No more, no more
No more, no more
The weight that we once felt is gone