A Different Kind of Life - Nation of Language

Early in the morning

I cry for better times

Chest wide, bleeding all kinds of light

But the feeling I could live without a registry

Has been afforded me for such a long time

And I’ll try to find an end

Try to shine

For a while

So now we find ourselves in the waiting room of history

And hate ourselves for being so blind

I’m so naive it’s like they came up from behind me

And they gouged me in the eyes

So now we’re holding hands through this absurdity

And it seems as though the world is in decline

We’re in between stations, but we still hear the bells

Of a different kind of life

Pray we’ll find our common sense

Pray we’ll find our hearts in all of this

They said be fair, give him one more try

But he checks all of the boxes of a racist troglodyte

Darker dusk

The night still

They say come with us, before you get yourself killed