(M. Randall)

Looking at us with your hollow eyes
You made an empty promise
And turned the sky the color of obsidian

The figurehead of fools a world away
Who barely know our faces
Your heart would break if it weren’t made of obsidian
Our new stone age begins

Walking papers land us on the street
With no one else to turn to
And face a future as hard as obsidian

In my darkest hours I try not
To think of you too often
If I did I’d shatter like obsidian
Our new stone age begins

What is left after the volcano?


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Mac Randall: lead and backing vocals, electric and acoustic guitars
Michael Gelfand: bass, backing vocals
Peter Catapano: drums



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