We send a child to wade in/to check
the depth of what's to come revolution
We tape the conversation/we tape the wrong
we tape in red revolution
We send in love our anger/we send
in love the warm of days

You rating bones will set it of
You rating bones will wake the dead
You rating bones won't save you
You rating bones could wake the dead

We send the loved to wastelands
we warm of storms the never come revolution
We council wrongs to robbers
connect the graves to doctors paid revolution
Hear the bones on the street
Rattle on ratting
Rattle on