Raise The Dead

All of the streets are lined with mourners
Waiting for a parade that never comes
All of us are backed into the corner
Looking for a little patch of sun

Raise your arms, raise your eyes, raise your voices to the skies
Eventually the deepest wounds will heal
Raise your heart, raise your head, we can even raise the dead
In my dreams, you’re still alive and real

All of the colors of the rainbow
Capitulate to only black and white
But we are gonna step out from the shadow
Searching for the never-ending light 

All of the glitter and confetti
Falls like snow upon the empty street
Our loving arms were met with a machete
And our hearts lie in pieces at our feet