Lyrics Against the Rain - Lysistrata

Against the Rain

These logs that brush against us
Leg deep in murky water
Used to run aside us
Old classmates and neighbors
These stumps upon the ground
No longer make a sound
Began to charge towards us
Tears freezing on their cheeks
Though they used to build aside us
Snowmen then town halls
They used to sprint against us
Breathless, football kicked ahead
But with such bad words repeated
See flocks convert to packs
Flocks convert to
I don’t wear my medals
I keep them from my chest
For you may call me a hero
But heroes don’t come back
I sit upon my worn old chair
My air all turned to oyster gray
Pictures of my brothers
Whose souls parade the bay
Your jacket will not feed a thing
You a slight tingle on the skin
Head on
Head on
Acquainted with the taste of lead
And coiled in a cotton web
Chin up
Head on
Run against the rain
(Your jacket will not feed a thing)
Of metal and shells
(You a slight tingle on the skin)
(Head on)
Run against the rain
(Head on)
Of metal and shells
Run against the rain
(Acquainted with the taste of lead)
Of metal and shells
(And coiled in a cotton web)
(Chin up)
Run against the rain
(Head on)
Of metal and shells
I don’t believe in God man
I don’t know who I’m praying to
The light at the end is a neon
I can’t believe in God man
When I see hatred’s tenacity
I’ve got to believe in something
I won’t listen to the speakers
I won’t turn on my T. V
And I won’t let them mold my thinking
I always end up so confused
I curl my toes
I curl my toes
I curl my toes
I’m out of (time)