Lazarus - B. Dolan

In another life

We launched a strike

Against the ocean

And fought the waves

The dream we brought to life

Got it’s throat cut

And washed away

You crawled into your darkness

And acted rotten

Flesh decayed

And plead with us

To keep it shut

And leave you with your rage

No names to lay

The blame down on

No words to use as weapons

No prize for all your precious charm

To win, no firm direction

And if inside that second

You decide that life is forfeit

And cop a hangman’s necklace

For your fortune I will watch you

I saw you in your summer

Thought you’d be the light in autumn

But every knife

Has had a slice and

Shadows bleed out longer

You talked the sun down from it’s place

Convinced it night had fallen

You lay down in your grave

And let a liar kiss your coffin

I’ve eaten my tongue off the plate

The taste has made me nauseous

Consider this resistance

To your only standing orders

I don’t believe you’d rest in peace

I don’t believe you can

I hope you rise

I hope you wake

The fuck up dead man!

This sickness will not end in death

This sickness

This sickness

This sickness

Will not end in death

Come on dig

Push, shake off the dust

Wake up the mind

Make the blood rush

God is never coming back

Lazarus

There’s no justice

There’s just us

So ball your fists

And give a fuck

If you wanna get up

Don’t call it a what?!

You’ve been here for years

Waiting for a savior

That will never appear

But here’s hoping

Words that you hold

In your throat

Tear you open

Crawl through the dark

And push back the boulder

Cast out the shadow

It’s all good

We older

Wiser

More inspired

And you already know how the rhymes are

(FIRE!)

Yeah, and I do need to boast

Cause this goes out

To those we hold close

Who die by the record

And ride for their folks (Strange Famous!)

No love for the ones with no code

Hopped on for a second

Or a run of some shows

But I ain’t co-sign shit

Motherfucker hell no

Those free EPs

Ain’t worth the download

Bet the presence alone

Gives you stage fright though

Cold killer through the blizzard

Where they’ve driven off the road

Kept steady with a slow hand

Second to no man

Grown man

Back on my program

I’m so damn

Close to the edge

But I’m not a ghost yet

Two hands fulla hurt

I’m a hellified threat

Got plans for the purse

I’m a settle my debts

Never been afraid to die

Cause I can’t stay dead

And that’s S-F-R

Certified fresh!

You suckas!

(You gotta go away to come back)