Collateral

Woodlock

Compositor: Bowen Purcell / Ezekiel Walters / Zechariah Walters

It's not a violent flame, it's a slow lit burn
In a rainless night but the wind still turns
How we hurt the ones that we love and know?
In the violet flames that we won't let go they're burning
They're on fire
They're still collateral

So I'm choking now but I don't feel pain
And the wind won't stop and I can't feel rain
Level out my love, we're the ones I know
In the violent game but the ones we know are burning
They're on fire
They're still collateral
There's still collateral
There's still collateral

So we came to fall for the others blame
We're the authors of one another's pain
And we can't quit now but we know we should
Molotovs we throw but the others all around us
They're on fire
They're still collateral
They're still collateral
There's still collateral
We're still collateral
We're still collateral

We've been tearing at our mothers though
For all the mess we're in
We can only blame ourselves for what it is
And as we set ablaze and watch the lights begin to fade
Brother we're burning
We're still collateral