No One Would Riot For Less

Death may come invisible
Or in a holy wall of fire
In the breath between the markers
On some black I-80 mile
From the madness of the governments
To the vengeance of the sea
Well, everything is eclipsed
By the shape of destiny
So love me now, hell is coming
Yeah, kiss my mouth, hell is here
Little soldier, little insect
You know war, it has no heart
It will kill you in the sunshine
Or happily in the dark
Where kindness is a card game
Or a bent up cigarette
In the trenches, in the hard rain
With a bullet and a bet
He says, «Help me out, hell is coming
But could you do it now? Hell is here»
See the sterile soil pores in the sky
Yellow water, final scraps of light
Bringin' new tears
Awake, baby, awake
But leave that blanket around you
There’s nowhere as safe
I’m leaving this place
But there is nothing I’m planning to take
Just you, just you, just you, just you