Impact

Words and music by Seth Warren

No One Expects An Inquisition

Are you staring at the precipice, is the wind whipping at your limbs?
Do you fear that you might fall? Does it no longer matter?
Packed your bags, paid the price, you left, you’ve come so very far
Now you stagnate at the edge and dare someone to push you

She tied her heart to a tree like a ribbon saying, “please come home”
The yellow and red bled into another season
She held her hopes out for the whole world to ridicule
Until a letter of regret and an engagement ring

So cry until tomorrow
It’s a piteous sound, such a piteous sound you make
Drown yourself in sorrow
But don’t visit the grave

Chorus:
There is no way out of here
On the radio, loud and clear
The anguished voices of a thousand lost souls crying out in fear
Burning up in the atmosphere
Crash land and disappear
The anguished voices of a thousand lost souls crying out in fear

Steal your time; it’s how they steal your life and the hunt’s on until death
Do you depart from the world? Do you make one final stand here?
Pick a fight, pick a time, pick a place, claw out of this ennui
Though you’re battered through and through, well, I guess the bleeding is a life sign

Chorus

Cry until tomorrow
It’s a piteous sound, such a piteous sound you make
Drown yourself in sorrow
But don’t dig up the grave

Chorus