Catastrophe
BRET AUTREY
-VERSE-
Curse the truth in pleasant liars
Curse the day for promises of light
In claustrophobic night
Curse the guilt of the survivor
Fickle conquest of the end of life
Cast down with no respite
-CHORUS-
Physical catastrophe
Fill this all with blasphemy
But still hold on
-VERSE-
Damn my eyes for their receiving
Visions of the storm buries us
A crucible in loss
Curse the path of never healing
The river’s current sweeps away the just
And leaves us here to rust
-CHORUS-
Physical catastrophe
Fill this all with blasphemy
But still hold on