Lyrics

I see you staring out from the printed page The calm before the storm in your breath The sunset on the side of your face The moments between life and death One truth for the men who pushed you into death And one truth for the rest of us We may be down, but not out We're standing right in back of you Static quotations, historical lies Don't mean nothing when your children die Just one more breath, the last word on your lips The dust and the bruise, the gunpowder we choose The gunpowder we choose We choose The gunpowder we choose Soldiers of the hopeful masses Option-less working classes Sending money home to keep illusion alive They're standing right in back of me Static quotations, historical lies Don't mean nothing when your children die Just one more breath, the last word on your lips The dust and the bruise, the gunpowder we choose We're standing right in back of you One truth for the men who pushed you into death And one truth for the rest of us We may be down, but not out We're standing right in back of you Static quotations, historical lies Don't mean nothing when your children die Just one more breath, the last word on your lips The dust and the bruise, the gunpowder we choose