War on Holiday - The Black Angels

I found peace, it brought me to my feet

War on holiday, bombs on holiday always snooping around

Who can we all trust?

We’re wounded and dying making no change

Nothing’s every profound, we’re just waiting to drown

With our hands tied, our eyes blind

With our tongues snide, our empathy’s in jars

I found one of us wounded yet fine

It’s sad how I found, we’re sleepwalking around

With our hands tied, our eyes blind

With our hands tied, our tongues snide

We waste our time in bars, kill ourselves in cars

We always search for stars, our empathy’s in jars

Always waiting to drown