The Quickening
dripping off the edges of our eternity
her tears clear our eyes to who is yet to be
as we drop into the future will we see
mother crying as she's asking why
we find quicker ways to live and die
will the neon way keep blinding
us all to the quickening
drying out on mean street lies our testimony
our blood seals the way for what is yet to be
if we make it to the morning will we see
mother crying as she's asking why
we find quicker ways to live and die
will the neon way keep blinding
us all to the quickening
can you feel
oh can you feel
the quickening