You're hearing the dull pacing
Of a kid who still sits waiting on idle
Prayers aimed at the sky
Answered only with a busy signal
Still hearing the same old answers to simple questions
For new infections still living on empty prayers
I feel safe next to bruises and scrapes
Letting signs of life take shape
I'm starting to feel at home
With clenched fists stiff wrists and sore bones
We're endangered with new anger
A great distaste that made us
Strong when hope fled alone in bed
Force fed us words to sing along we won't
Sit and pray about being afraid about dying alone because nothing will change