Put your coat on, this city trembles
Keep your chin up, as you untangle God
From cold blood and bruises

We are X-rays of something broken
Cursive bloodlines write every forecast:
An orchestration
Of dissonance and innocent surrender

When our color dies,
We will bury the ashes of time,
And we will earn new eyes

Wrists get tired rewriting futures
Bodies beg us to be creatures of habit
We are creatures of habit

Only with careful hands
We'll turn their fangs into feathers and cures
Only with careful hands
We'll divide the prisoner
From the pioneer

Clever beauty,
Umbrellas folding
In architecture, our lines will measure
A map to find us
Blue ink will guide us home

Cranes are creeping, lifting metal,
We will find new ways to settle,
Tipping scales from the killer to it's prey

I can feel the weight around us,
Climbing every rib inside us,
A sanctuary in a lion's mouth