Cole Forrestal

There's a calm before every storm begins No matter the ending There's a hush before alarm bells start to ring While the signal is sending There's a subtle truth in the lies designed to mend A thousand broken spirits If we make it out alive enough to live Will we ever recover? I look back to all those times that I Looked a gift horse in the eyes And decided I knew better But I know better now Sound the alarm We've got another man down, boatswain If you've got any sense left among you Than you'll run Looking through the thick flames Of a thousand planes Trying so hard to forget How we even got here In this atmosphere of shame It's too late to turn around now We're in it too deep, you see And we are much too proud To waver in open sea We're sinking It's not working There's no life boats at the ready We've awoken From a deep sleep To find our homes are not our own My home's not my own Sound the alarm We've got another man down, boatswain If you've got any sense left among you Than you'll run Looking through the thick flames Of a thousand planes Trying so hard to forget How we even got here In this atmosphere of shame This is not my home Don't wanna deal with it These are not my bones I'll just go down with it If you can't sink or swim You'll float alone Forever and ever and ever and never again Sound the alarm We've got another man down, boatswain If you've got any sense left among you Than you'll run Looking through the thick flames Of a thousand planes Trying so hard to forget How we even got here In this atmosphere of shame