Ashes

I feel a fistful of ashes in my hands

The screen will shine its light upon your face

As the world reveals its darkest ways

(How can you stay faithful?)

No one's coming, time to step up

(to the plate)

How can it be human fingers on the triggers?

Flesh and bone, made by mothers with skin that shivers

Just like the ashes

(just like the ashes)

No more shoulders left to shake

I feel a fistful of ashes in my hands

I feel a fistful of ashes in my hands

I feel a fistful of ashes in my hands

(a fistful of ashes)

I feel a fistful of ashes in my hands

I feel a fistful of ashes in my hands

I feel a fistful of ashes in my hands

I feel a fistful of ashes in my hands