We came crashing down, right on time,
Like the twenty-ninth of twenty nine
Days spent down on our knees,
Watching stolen soil sift through our fingers
So what the fuck are we still waiting for?
For some someone to save us?
For the rains to come?
Watching strong foundations come undone

We're not waiting for the dust to settle anymore
We're marching in and we're kicking down the door
We're not waiting for the dust to settle anymore
We're marching in and we're kicking down the door
Kicking down the door
Kicking down the door

All hope died when the hunger came
First the slender cheeks, and then the sunken eyes
And soon every dirty face just looked the same
Common graves are calling our names

Calling us out of a life plagued by doubt
We used to be so fucking string
Do you remember when we sang those songs together?
Is there no such thing as a heartfelt word,
In times of fair weather?

We're not waiting for the dust to settle anymore
We're marching in and we're kicking down the door
We're not waiting for the dust to settle anymore