After the Quake
Carl Minnemann / John Almeida
well the dust settles
on the little remains we have
ruined and rattled
yesterday's argument
seems so futile now
blood and money on the floor
on your knees
they're not wounded
for the trees
there's no forest
yet, it seems i'm still standing here
barren
forget all the words i can't hear
emptiness follows death
minimize connections
sever all your ties
never get hurt or alone
damage, control, resuscitate
after the quake
on your knees
they're not wounded
for the trees
there's no forest
yet, it seems i'm still standing here
barren
forget all the words i can't hear
emptiness follows death
again, now i can
i can still stand
without any hope
no one knows if i'll hang
is there enough
again, no i
i can still stand
without any hope
no one knows if i'll hang
is there enough rope?
yet, it seems i'm still standing here
barren
forget all the words i can't hear
emptiness
it seems i'm still standing here
barren
forget all the words i can't hear
emptiness follows death
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