Raining Ashes - The Generators

I walk this road banished

All the faces that pass

None I can trust

That dead feeling in my gut

Comes around to boil my blood

I stand scorned under the fire of this burning sun

I’ve been in contempt

Since my very first breath

And the rider who rides beside me

Carries the name of death

I will borrow and I will steal

I won’t see Elysian fields

I’m not going up to no mountaintop

When the end of the days passes

It will be raining ashes

Will angels drop out of grey skies?

Upon the prairie grasses

It will be raining ashes

The who will stand in

Judgement to our eyes?

This torment lies heavy upon my back

No faith in

Or beside me

Wherever I am at

No words I’ve found to follow

While this soul grows more hollow

I will never stare into the eyes of a king

When the end of the days passes

It will be raining ashes

Will angels drop out of grey skies?

Upon the prairie grasses

It will be raining ashes

The who will stand in

Judgement to our eyes?