Rain Follows

This striped bass spoils from its head downward
Down where the brook runs deep with water that's smooth like a silver tongue

Unlike a garden in bloom, we will never return
Back to the source that follows us until it sees something it needs and takes it back

Thousands of breaths, they make unclean getaways
What was my fault's now yours, and they'll turn to desperate acts to stay
Now, pay attention

They'll turn their backs if it benefits them
As sons of the soil
There was no stopping what followed the plow

Now, did you come here to die or you come here to settle?
I need compliance
A taste for violence when we divide

This striped bass spoils from its head downward
Down where the brook runs deep with water that's smooth like a silver tongue

Unlike a garden in bloom, we will never return
Back to the source that follows us until it sees something it needs and takes it back

They'll turn their backs when it benefits
As sons of the soil
There was no stopping what followed the plow

Now, did you come here to die or did you come here to pray to a god who twisted your wrists in hopes the channel would break?
You think you're god?
No, you're not god
You're just forsaken

Unlike a garden in bloom, we will never return
Back to the source that follows us until it sees something it needs and takes it back

This striped bass spoils from its head downward
Down where the brook runs deep with water that's smooth like a silver tongue
This striped bass spoils from its head downward
Sown where the brook runs deep with water that's smooth like a silver tongue