How It Starts

This time it's real Building, buildings, buildings And painted tarmac fields Rows and rows of houses Brick and mortar graves Nothing ever happens They ostracized the brave But that doesn't matter There's nothing left to save Nothing even matters There's nothing left To break the silence But rage and violence Trading souls. Our currency is grief Dark brings danger A trusted stranger Comes on Monday stays for the weekend That's how it starts To build a cradle stronger Than an infant heart But nothing even matters There's nothing left To break the silence But rage and violence Trading souls. Our currency is grief Dark brings danger Oh trusted stranger Comes on Monday stays for the weekend Nothing even matters That's how it starts