Coaster Thieves - All-Clear Warfare Lyrics

Stop hold out your hands open skyward
Stains show and redden glance
Crops overgrown with weeds growing higher
Sewn from a poisoned need

The dirt that cakes my finger
The harder I scrub it pushes it deeper
A coat that speaks of fire
This hole below I've dug
It fills the sky and shows we're weaker
Here we've buried lies

Flail your upturned hands open skyward
Speak of your dead entranced

The way the air here lingers
The road to test it seems much steeper
A cloak enrobing liars
To climb up out of here
Bestowed upon a new que leer
Here the air it lies

After all the seeds we've planted
You're still in awe at what we've grown
Our bombs are always falling down
Now they're growing up