Downright hopelessness
When the wrath of consequence comes
Knocking on that old front door
And we count the ways
the seconds that fall into place with the emptiness
don't hold the phone
I know some are counting on
God above or methadone to kill the wake
And take away the pain
I feel for the lost and empathize the cost
For calamity from what I've seen

Open up and wail Open up and cry
We are not the type and far young to die
In a rattled cage heads against the wall
Through dangerous nights
No more lullabies

We've got what it takes
Everything that needs to make a fighting chance
At carrying the load of falling day to day
A gruesome cold reality square in the nose
Bleeding to the toes

Open up and wail Open up and cry
We are not the type and far young to die
In a rattled cage heads against the wall
Through dangerous nights
No more lullabies