Dustbins Of History

Like the precision of a stutter
And the comfort of being drowned
Do we need more ammunition
Than just one look around
No comfort in isolation
Just reminders of what’s wrong
And still we sit here hoping
For something to come along
I want you to know that we’re gonna bleed
Into the dustbins of history
And I can’t see why you wanna be
In the dustbins of history
In the margins of existence
While life is passing by
I’ve heard all the excuses
Of someone afraid to try
No courage in resignation
Just acceptance of the facts
And still you sit there hoping
For something to save your back
I want you to know that we’re gonna bleed
Into the dustbins of history
And I can’t see why you wanna be
In the dustbins of history
I don’t wanna stay but I can’t leave
I want you to know that we’re gonna bleed
Into the dustbins of history
I want you to know that we’re gonna bleed
Into the dustbins of history
And I can’t see why you wanna be
In the dustbins of history
I don’t wanna stay but I can’t leave
I want you to know that we’re gonna bleed
Into the dustbins of history