Divide - Accents

The shelter I have is not enough for where we are

The moon hides its face every night, afraid to die

The calendar tells us to wait inside our cage

I’ll laugh as they send me to hell for what I’ve done

The frames on the walls they come right down

And the light seeping through warms the ground

We carried ourselves to the rooms we were born in

But the doctors had nothing to say on a planned escape

I followed a hole in the earth to wait it out

The flames came to eat us alive and here we are

The frames on the walls they come right down

And the light seeping through warms the ground

The lines in the sand are all that’s left

Of our divided land, so now we rest