Thunder Through My Chest
DEPRESSIONDEATH & REMEMBRANCEANGER
Lonely nights carve me hollow as bone
Whispers in the dark say I’ll die alone
Every breath tastes like rust and fire
Every step drags through mud and wire
One day the thunder’s gonna tear through my chest
A steel slug of silence, a violent final rest
The loneliness will pass, the voices will fade
I’ll bleed out the pain that this cruel world made
Fuck the mercy, fuck the prayers
Relief is coming, and it doesn’t care
They called me a good man, then they walked away
Left me rotting in the wreck of yesterday
Smoke in my lungs, poison in my veins
My hope’s been hung from barbed wire chains
One day the thunder’s gonna tear through my chest
A steel slug of silence, a violent final rest
The loneliness will pass, the voices will fade
I’ll bleed out the pain that this cruel world made
Fuck the liars, fuck their grace
Peace comes cold in an iron embrace
Black crows circle on a blood red sky
They know my secrets, they don’t ask why
Bones in the dirt where the lost men lay
Their silence louder than the lies you say
Time beaten towns with their windows blown
Graveyard streets where weeds have grown
I walk through the ruin with a hollow stare
Even God’s own church is stripped bare
One day the thunder’s gonna tear through my chest
A steel slug of silence, a violent final rest
The loneliness will pass, the voices will fade
I’ll bleed out the pain that this cruel world made
Fuck this life, fuck this fear
Relief is closer than it appears
I am not afraid of the final round
It’s the sweetest sound, it’s a bastard’s crown
Like a church bell breaking in a burning town
Like the reaper’s laugh when the sun goes down
Engines cough, chains drag slow
I’m a ghost with nowhere left to go
But the fire still fuels, the rage still feeds
Till thunder strikes and the silence bleeds
One day the thunder’s gonna tear through my chest
A steel slug of silence, a violent final rest
The loneliness will pass, the voices will fade
I’ll bleed out the pain that this cruel world made
Fuck the liars, fuck their grace
Peace comes cold in an iron embrace
Silence doesn’t lie…
It cuts sharper than any blade.
The vultures already know my name,
and the dirt’s been waiting longer than I have.
So when the thunder comes,
and the night goes quiet…
you’ll remember I warned you.
Peace doesn’t come gentle.
It comes violent.
And it comes cold.
