Warm  Blood  Rush  -  Defeater

“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?

Yoư’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.”