There's nothing on our feet
The ground is twisted metal
We've walked this road for seven years
Not a single standing wall
With pride and concrete
There was nothing we couldn't do
Now people are too afraid to speak
With dead stares they look right through you
We built until the wells went dry
And it wasn't far from here that I last saw you
We built until the wells went dry
There were people all around and you were singing
The air is thick with dust
The sun has burnt our eyes
With swollen fingers and blackened nails
We scratch at the white hot sky
The wind cuts through our skin
I can't recognize my face
I swear that these are endless times
As the child' hair turns grey
We built until the wells went dry
Had a name, had a name, but I can't remember
We built until the wells went dry
There were people all around and you were singing
We built until the wells went dry
credits
from END,
released November 17, 2017
Daniel Giantomaso (guitars)
Hyuma Frankowski (bass, synthesizers & vocals)
Noel Graves Macul (sythesizers & vocals)
Corey Woolger (drums)
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