Woe Unto Us
Giles Corey, Tim Macuga
They are kneeling on my back in Connecticut
And I watch for signs, but I just hurt my neck
I believe, believe, that you’re the God of Abraham
And you’ll strike me dead, but in the end, what the fuck do I care?
We can never be alone
There’s a restlessness in our bones
We can never be alone
There’s a restlessness in our bones
We can never be alone
There’s a restlessness in our bones
We can never be alone
Because what if I decide
That my life has been a waste?
So woe be unto us
