Warm Blood Rush

"Dear God

what have you done?"

Those words ring loud in the back of your head.

That bottle lies in a thick

blood red.

"I ain't no forgiver

forgetter."

Our mother waits in vain for a God that never loved us.

As much as she prayed

he never showed up.

"Dear God

where have you gone?"

Your brother is gone in the blink of an eye.

That January night

our father lays cold.

"Where are you going to go?

You're only seventeen years old."

"I ain't no forgiver

forgetter."

Our mother waits in vain for a God that never loved us.

As much as she prayed

he never showed up.

Those cold steel tracks beneath your feet

Those same rail ties where you dodged those trains.

When we were just two kids

it still feels the same;

That warm blood rush when the train comes.

(When the train comes)

"I ain't no forgiver

forgetter."

"I will find you

and put that vice to your head.

Again

and again

and again

and again

and again."