Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nigel Wearne
Songwriter
Songteksten
That ain't lightning
It's a photo shoot
For the apocalypse
And Satan's wearing a suit
Defiled, devoid and depraved
Of human conscience
At best it lay fallow
And at worst, makes sense
But I've got time
Though I've wasted years
Pretending to be fine
Despite the war
And I don't want this rage
I've been silenced
By the thick darkness that covers my face
But the noise, the noise
That I've made
Nature can be violent
We give names to that we can't condone
But a crow is not a cruel
It's just a crow
But I've got time
Though I've wasted years
Pretending to be fine
Despite the war
And I don't want this rage
Anymore
The Philistines came
To where that house once stood
But that ain't a cross
It's just wood
People can change
And I'll do better than try
Those holes of light in the black curtain
Are glimpses of you and I
Lies have become currency
And hate is where it all began
And if I say I don't care
Ask me why
I give a damn
But I've got time
Though I've wasted years
Pretending to be fine
Despite the war
But I've got time
Though I've wasted years
Pretending to be fine
Despite their flaw
And I don't want this rage
Anymore
Written by: Nigel William Wearne
